作词 : Robert Pollard
 作曲 : Robert Pollard
 Blimps go 90, on with the show
 Couldn't you see that, now, didn't you know?
 Aerosol halos, films of the flag
 Rifle games for seven year-olds, what a drag
 Yeah, now, that's a drag

 This is not a vacation
 There is no place to go
 Weep, sad freaks of the nation
 Where blimps go 90 and you can't (won't) find me

 Senators sipping on Gentleman Jack
 "Go, boy," they told me, "so don't you look back"
 But don't you worry, I promise to not
 I'll join your canary court, and fit into the slot
 Say now, what have you got?

 Oftentimes, I'm reminded
 Of the sweet young days
 When I poured punch for the franchise
 And thus was knighted, got so excited

 Blimps go 90, on with the show
 Couldn't you see that, now, didn't you know?
 Hey now, didn't you know?