Kids On Holiday

	Are you waiting for me
	At the end of the airport?
	I’m off buying our tickets
	Adoring hibernation
	But I’m 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 didn’t have minutes to spare
	So you’re feeling sleepy
	Sympathize with the retard
	Being held by his mother
	She’s got spit in her napkin
	And she’s pushing him that way
	Like the stench to the men's room
	And it’s making you nauseous
	Where the hell have
	I got to?
	There’s a boy who’s a
	Krishna And he thinks you look pretty
	Well he's eyeing your stockings
	He’s got books to help you with your life
	But there’s no need to worry
	This is just a vacation
	It’s not permanent leaving
	Every kid gets excited
	When his parents are yelling '
	Cause they ordered a
	Lincoln And they received a compact
	And there’s fat nuns and tenors
	Who are blocking departure
	Till I’m 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

	Are you waiting for me
	At the end of the airport?
	I' m off buying our tickets
	Adoring hibernation
	But I' m 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 didn' t have minutes to spare
	So you' re feeling sleepy
	Sympathize with the retard
	Being held by his mother
	She' s got spit in her napkin
	And she' s pushing him that way
	Like the stench to the men' s room
	And it' s making you nauseous
	Where the hell have
	I got to?
	There' s a boy who' s a
	Krishna And he thinks you look pretty
	Well he' s eyeing your stockings
	He' s got books to help you with your life
	But there' s no need to worry
	This is just a vacation
	It' s not permanent leaving
	Every kid gets excited
	When his parents are yelling '
	Cause they ordered a
	Lincoln And they received a compact
	And there' s fat nuns and tenors
	Who are blocking departure
	Till I' m 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