Are you waiting for me?
At the end of the airport
I’m off buying our tickets
Lined up in hibernation
But I’m feeling impatient
We were late for departing
But the smell of pajamas
Is what makes you feel flirty
There are minutes for sleeping
But we didn’t have minutes indeed
So you’re feeling sleepy
Sympathize with the toddler
Being held by his mother
She’s got spit in her napkins
And she’s pushing him that way
Like a stench to the men's room
And it’s making you nauseous
Where the hеll have I gone to?
Therе’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
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 departures
'Til I’m birthed from their vulvas
And I kiss you and hug you
You remember our porpoise?
And you shout at the platform
Here we come mister airplane
Here we come mister airplane
Here we come mister airplane
Here we come mister airplane, yeah and
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try
To enjoy your roots
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try
To enjoy your roots
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try
To enjoy your roots
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Please, please, please, please
Try, try, try
To enjoy your roots
Have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun
Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday
Holiday fun