| Are you waiting for me?
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| At the end of the airport
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| I’m off buying our tickets
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| Auteur in hibernation
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| But I’m feeling impatient
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| We were late for departure
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| And the smell of pajamas
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| Is what makes me feel frivol
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| There are minutes for sleeping
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| But we didn’t have minutes to spare
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| So you’re feeling sleepy
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| Sympathize with the retard
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| Being held by his mother
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| She’s got spit in her napkin
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| And she’s pushing him that way
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| Like a stench to the men’s room
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| And it’s making you nauseous
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| Where the hell have I got to?
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| There’s a boy who’s a Krishna
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| And he thinks you look pretty
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| Well, he’s eyeing your stockings
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| He’s got books to help you with your life
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| But there’s no need to worry
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| This is just a vacation
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| It’s not permanent leaving
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| Every kid gets excited
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| When his parents are yelling
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| Cause they ordered a Lincoln
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| And they received a compact
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| And there’s fat nuns and tenors
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| Who are blocking departure
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| Till I’m birthed from their vulvas
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| And I kiss you and hug you
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| Do you remember our forfeits?
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| And you shout at the platform
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| Here we come mister airplane
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| Please, Please, Please, Please
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| Try, Try, Try, Try
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| To enjoy your roots
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| Have some fun, fun,
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| fun, fun
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| Kids on holiday
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| (Holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun) |