Intro: G5 
 
G5 
Every mornin at line you'd see him arrive 
         C5 
He stood five-foot-six about one-eighty-five 
          D5 
About as broad at the shoulder as he was at the hip 
D5                                        G5 
Everybody knew he didn't give a shit, sky king 
 
Now some say Sky was born in New Orleans 

Where he built hisself a rotor on a sewing machine 

Cut his teeth on a collective pitch 

Old Sky was a low flyin son of a bitch, sky king 


    C5 
Sky King 
    D5 
Sky King 
          G5 
Short fat sky  
 
And then came a day at Stage Field Nine 

When his engine failed and men started cryin 

And sirens screamed and hearts beat fast 

And everybody thought he'd breathed his last, 'cept Sky 
 
Well he pushed that collective on down through the floor 

But the damn rotorblade wouldn't turn anymore 

So his butt puckered up and with a frightening sound 

He just sucked that old chopper up off of the ground, Sky King 
 

G5 
The ship wasn't hurt but it took half the class 
   C5                                             G5 
To get the seat cover out of Sky King's ass, Sky King 
 
CHORUS 
 

G5 
Well they never reopened that landing strip 
          C5 
They just put a marble stand on top of it 
     D5                                  D5 (let ring) 
And these few words are written on that thing 
                                                  G5 (let ring) 
Ain't a butt that can pucker like old Sky King's