(People don’t travel with pens anymore)
Now I must have a word with
Mr. Chandler
Your ticket has been modified, Mr. Chandler
The K has been changed
Crudely to a T
It is my obligation, my responsibility
Kim could your wife; she could be your sister
Such is my life
I must inform you Mister

Chandler
Mr. Chandler
You’ve got a fraudulent ticket
A fraudulent ticket, Mr. Chandler
Mr. Chandler
You’ve got a fraudulent ticket

At last we got to Winnipeg
Manitoba
Drove into the wilderness
And played the show
We found a pair of boats
And rowed out on that lake
Fired up four smoky treats
Joked about the day
Kim could be your niece
Your Aunt
Your daughter
We howled like ghouls on that cool black water

Mr. Chandler…

I cannot let you fly
I cannot let you fly
(Flight 144 to Saskatchewan boarding now)

Mr. Chandler…