From August 18, 2002 (Washington, DC)
You all heard about the night flight to Rio? I flew down to Rio last year to play a concert. It was a late night flight, a midnight flight. And it was just me on the plane and the whole cabin was empty... me and Axl Rose. And Axl Rose's bodyguard. And Axl Rose's girlfriend. I was on one side of the plane, and they were on the other. It was a night flight to Rio with Axl Rose and his big 300-pound bodyguard, yea! I just tried to stay out of his way, got a blanket, got some headphones. Dreaming about Rio, yea / On a night flight to Rio! And the plane ride was long, and suddenly I woke with a start...Axl Rose was standing right in front of me. I opened my eyes. He was looking at me with that gaze, he said "You're in the jungle, baby! You're gonna die!"
It was a night flight to Rio, yea
And Axl Rose was about to bust one off on my head
And I better run for my life
It was a night flight to Rio, it was a flight for survival
Man against man against man
As I was running up and down the cabin, he was chasing me. I locked myself in the cabin. I said, "Shhhh. Show a little patience, yea!" Then he goes, "Yea you're right. What am I doing? I've read all the things they said about me, and I'm doing that shit."
So he we went down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Down in Rio, Rio
So I came out of the bathroom and he said "I'm sorry, I'll cool out. I just get antsy on these flights."
I said, "OK I'm a little tense now, Axl."
He said, "Listen, I know a little shiatsu, I'll give you a back rub."
So he gave me a little shiatsu. And now we're cool. It's good.
Axl Rose is a bad-ass shiatsu massager, yea yea!
Almost as good as my Sharper Image back-thumper, yea!