| He’s discerning, he’s refined
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| Eats French cheeses, drinks French wine
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| He travels all the time
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| And at the airport, cuts the line
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| And when he checks his leather luggage
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| No extra charges are incurred
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| ‘Cause he’s elite
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| He’s Silver Elite
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| Executive Silver Elite
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| His status is… Preferred
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| Fine hotels are where he stays
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| The kind with grand breakfast buffets
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| And a chef who can make omelettes a variety of ways
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| And they don’t stick him in some regular room
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| No, that would be absurd!
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| He gets a suite
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| A two-room Executive Suite
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| An Executive City View Suite
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| With a second TV and 400 thread count sheets
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| Because his status is… Preferred
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| Oh, can’t you see
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| He’s got Premiere Access to me
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| My whole life, I’ve been stuck in Economy
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| I have waited and waited
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| To one day be upgraded
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| To spread my wings and fly
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| Just a bit more frequently!
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| On his wrist, a gold wristwatch
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| On his lips, a blended Scotch
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| And I have to stop my eyes from drifting
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| Downwards towards his crotch!
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| I can peek, but I have to be discreet
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| ‘Cause he’s filet mignon
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| Not just some piece of meat
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| He’s sophisticated
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| Elegant
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| Elite
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| In a word:
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| He’s Preferred |