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