Yeah
Dr. Octo
Comin' In swift
Straight from Europe back to New York city
This is Straaaaange
Yeah

I'm hypersonic with green skin
My face is automatic
Droppin' funk on flypaper
Birds want the static
I'm Eagle-man flying southwest with soul feathers
I rock minks with spaceships and wear my silver leathers
Bigger than Roger
No George Clinton or no Troutman
I'm like Master P "bout it bout it" when i shout it
With power rockets gasoline, dripping out my pockets
No Isley Brothers, no slow songs for you lovers
Strictly gorilla with some animal sipping miller
Like rock groups, i come on stage with a live moose
Elephant backgrounds make Boston men hear my sounds
Galactic new wave with horses are talking pony
My bass is peeking at you making clubs every weekend
With cosmic salsa, Dominican funk in your trunk
We public invoke the crowd know my style is dope
With helmets, in fact, my flying saucers in the back
I'm coming home like aliens my girls miss me
CHORUS
I'm flying red-eye

Adjust my seatbelt, and speed in space
With pumpkin seeds, watchin' turtles go by
With super beams on my eye
At the concert, i took off for work wearing my lizard shirt
Blew up my amplifier, blowin' earth wind and fire
With heavy computers on Soul Train and Solid Gold
What is The Gap Band? them brothers man sound old
I'm nuclear feeling like mouse crawling on the ceiling
Let's wear this Zebra in this party with this girl named Dedra
With vomit on the floor people slip and slide more
Droppin' peanuts with pepper cheese and cold cuts
I see some G-strings bass pumpin' with some fat butts
My tube levels are 8 compared to Grape Ape
Let women know i'm prepared for rectum piledrivers
Don't need no monkey face anus parts, i ain't driving
I'm simply model X-4 with dragons at the door
My motions on point, on tour you play the joint
Smoke out ya eardrums i got you bums making rum
Rollin' brunch, ya album covers look like Captain Crunch
You know my attitude max beyond girls and cracks

I'm flying red-eye
Exaggerating all complex it goes babyface
I drop atomic, their pops singing chicken bones
Like old bands like Cameo trying to talk thru cans
I leave you reverb, my spaceship is parked on your curb
Don't come whack like Zapp, with riddles wrapped on yo' back
I'm megaphonic, manufactured by Panasonic
Don't need no weed when i'm flying giraffe, smoking chronic
I'm on the solo i got the tape bound in your bo-bo
Don't try to ram on my planet you clown feel like Bozo
My levels increase like tissues rubbing roman grease
You begin to phase like David Bowie lose your clout
No time for chopping, The Jackson 5 will mayday
I'm movin up with the clout you smell the enterprise
I got more spectrum than gap between your girls thighs
You know my format is graphic now you turning catholic
No motivation, have your brain on a long vacation
That's when i fly away like a bird...

I'm flying red eye

Yeah
Flying red eye
Dark and cloudy
Coming home
Got my peanuts
That's all i'm eating
That's right
8 bags under this coach
Flying red eye