(to the tune of "Seasons in the Sun")

Good bye papa please pray for me
My helicopter's crashing in the sea.
I honestly don't mean to poke
But my future is in doubt
My co-pilot just fell out

Good bye papa it's hard to fly
When my air frame's cracking in the sky
For every hour in the air
It takes some thirty to repair
We fly these things on a dare

We had joy we had fun
We had sea kings in the sun
But the engines are on fire
And the sea kings must retire

Good bye good chair my stingy one
You could have bought the E-age warner ones
Instead you blew five hundred mil
Just to cancel out the bill
Now I need an airsick pill.

We had joy we had fun
We had sea kings in the sun
We'll be lucky if we reach
A crash landing on the beach.