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Life, Look, Pic, Peek always print a beautiful cast And another thing they love Is a certain photograph You take the Time, Tide, Newsweek, ev?ry editorial staff Over a beer they agree The man of the year Is the air minded executive Who dearly loves to fly He was an up to date go-getter His lady friend was even better She went along to take a letter Just to be nearby The air minded executive Will take off on the sly He was a most romantic feller And all the things he used to tell her About the role of his propeller Somewhere in the sky... Foggy or fair Gotta be there Lightin' a flare at the airport Fillin' the tanks Callin' the banks Tellin' them, "Hold up the contract!" Contact! Air minded executive became a wealthy guy And so he wed his secretary They settled down in Waterbury And they commute by stratos-ferry My, they love to fly Even as you and I... (Conversation between Tex Beneke and Dorothy Claire:) TB: (whistle, whistle, whistle) DC: Hi, Texecutive, whattaya say? TB: Ah man, I just flew in from the Milky Way DC: Well, how's the missis, Tex, can you stay a spell? TB: Ah, sure is nice to see you all, oh, well... Foggy or fair, gotta be there Meetin' a square at the airport Gotta arrive Happy new jive Maybe I'll get me a contract Contact! All: My, we love to fly! Even as you and I... My...!