(Chorus)
All I need is a first class ticket
To the place where I'll be going
Ain't no need to even worry
'Bout my baggage or expense
'Cause my wardrobe is a white robe
Reservations for the front row
You know I'm traveling first class
I'm riding out on a cloud

1. There'll be no crowded ticket counters, airline strikes won't even matter
When my time has come to leave there'll be no need to worry then
The pilot's name is Jesus; my fuel's the Holy Spirit
That's all the power I'll need to leave here then

Repeat Chorus

2. Call toll free for reservations, streets of gold your destination
More inflation cannot raise the price of home
All the mansions there are paid for, no locks upon the door
No one's cold, sick, or hungry anymore

Repeat Chorus (Now all I need...)

(Tag)
'Cause my wardrobe is a white robe
Reservations for the front row
You know I'm traveling first class
I'm riding out on a cloud