Deceived my company, the whole enterprise. . .
A mad rush to the airport to take to the skies.
I will flee for miles and miles. . . .

The dick who runs the place will find little accounting tricks I've played,
Such as creating Swiss bank accounts while I calmly crooned "My Way."

I played poker with you
And your cigar-smoking crew.
I dissembled and I smiled;
Up and up it piled.

Now I'll flee for miles and miles. . . .

I took advantage of your trust in me; now I'll go so far away.
I left you holding the bag; Lay, Ebbers, et al. have got nothing on me.

The law will want me
And the bonds: triple-B.
I ain't gonna stand trial;
I burned all the files.

I will flee for miles and miles. . . .

I'm expeditionary--take to the sky.
Nonextraditionary place is where I'll fly.
I will flee for miles and miles. . . .

I fell from power when your dog-mongrel brother-in-law came, took my place
As VP of Finance; that's when I started data to erase.

Pig in a poke for you--
Joke on you before I flew.
Now YOU'LL have to stand trial;
Bankruptcy you'll file.

I will flee for miles and miles. . . .
[Repeat for miles and fade]