Are you waiting for me At the end of the airport? Im off buying our tickets Adoring hibernation But Im feeling impatient We were late in departing And the smell of pajamas Is what made me feel frivol There are minutes for sleeping But we didnt have minutes to spare
So youre feeling sleepy Sympathize with the retard Being held by his mother Shes got spit in her napkin And shes pushing him that way Like the stench to the men's room And its making you nauseous Where the hell have I got to? Theres a boy whos a Krishna And he thinks you look pretty Well he's eyeing your stockings Hes got books to help you with your life
But theres no need to worry This is just a vacation Its not permanent leaving Every kid gets excited When his parents are yelling 'Cause they ordered a Lincoln And they received a compact And theres fat nuns and tenors Who are blocking departure Till Im birthed from their vulvas And I kiss you and hug you You remember our forfeits And you shout at the platform, "Here we come, mister airplane"
Please, please, please, please Try, try, try To enjoy your routes Have some fun Kids on holiday Holiday fun
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So youre feeling sleepy Sympathize with the retard Being held by his mother Shes got spit in her napkin And shes pushing him that way Like the stench to the men's room And its making you nauseous Where the hell have I got to? Theres a boy whos a Krishna And he thinks you look pretty Well he's eyeing your stockings Hes got books to help you with your life
But theres no need to worry This is just a vacation Its not permanent leaving Every kid gets excited When his parents are yelling 'Cause they ordered a Lincoln And they received a compact And theres fat nuns and tenors Who are blocking departure Till Im birthed from their vulvas And I kiss you and hug you You remember our forfeits And you shout at the platform, "Here we come, mister airplane"
Please, please, please, please Try, try, try To enjoy your routes Have some fun Kids on holiday Holiday fun
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