Story Behind the Song
Fighter Pilots have always been on the edge. You have to wonder about the best of them. Are they solid professional pilots or just a little insane? John Bicknell on piano, Marc Harris on slide guitar, and Mike Wideman on drums.
Lyrics
Bad Kid satin flew into town
It seems the JetMen couldn't shoot him down.
Don't know where he came from
The only thing they know,
If they don't get him soon
It's the end of the show
Cause he's bad,Bad Kid Satin.
Yeah, he's bad, Bad Kid Satin.
One eye's a laser, the other's infra red,
Just one look and the JetMen fall dead.
Don't know where he came from
Where'd he get that plane?
The only thing they know
Is the boy's insane.
He's bad, Bad Kid Satin.
Yeah he's bad, Bad Kid Satin.
Flying so high on the best jet fuel in town,
Maybe that's why the JetMen can't shoot him down. Hey fly Satin
Bad Kid Satin flew into town,
It seems those JetMen couldn't shoot him down
Don't know where he came from
Where'd he get that plane?
The only thing they know is
The boy's insane.
He's bad, Bad Kid Satin.
Yeah he's bad, Bad Kid Satin.
Divine Wind blows through his brain
But his suicide missions are always in vain,
'Cause good luck rides him like a bitch in heat.
No matter what they do they just can't compete with
bad,Bad Kid Satin.
Not with bad, Bad Kid Satin.
Flying so high on the best jet fuel in town.
Maybe that's why the JetMen can't shoot him down.
Twisting and turning all over the sky.
Is he an ace pilot or is he just plain high?
Fly Satin, Fly!
Twisting and turning all over the sky
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