| Oh, the airline ticket reservation counter lady
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| Is a very special friend of mine
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| When I asked her in the morning if my flight was ready
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| She assured me it was right on time
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| Oh, the taxi to the airport cost me seven or eight
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| And the porter got another buck or two
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| When some joker on the microphone said, «Sorreee
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| But we’ve got a little bad news for you»
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| It’s getting cloudy up in Boston
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| Montreal is socked in tight
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| Washington is closed for Christmas
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| Philadelphia’s out on strike
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| Minnesota’s up to here in snow
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| And Tulsa’s closed tonight you know
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| Please be patient five more minutes
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| Hope you have a pleasant flight
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| Oh, the airline passenger relations representative
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| Was very sympathetic to me
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| Just as soon as we completely overhaul your astro-liner
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| You’ll be airborne just as quick as can be
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| Then of course we’ll need a stewardess but never you mind
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| We’ll have one trained in plenty of time
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| Won’t you settle in our astro-lounge in comfort
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| We’ll be leaving at a quarter of nine
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| But the astro-lounge was crowded
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| And the coffee shop was crammed
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| The coke machine was broken
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| And they closed the hot dog stand
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| I couldn’t find a magazine
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| They broke the cigarette machine
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| The shoeshine boy was sleeping
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| And my radio was jammed
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| Oh, I carefully examined every corner of the building
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| For the next fourteen hours or so
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| And the bulletins kept coming from the reservation counter
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| «Yessiree we’re getting ready to go
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| For we’re flying in another plane from London you see
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| Any minute now that plane should appear
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| You’ll be leaving in a minute, providing
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| This little bit of nasty weather should clear»
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| For it’s getting cloudy up in Boston
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| And it’s snowing up in Maine
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| Los Angeles is hopeless
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| And Chicago’s getting rain
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| You’ve had a couple dirty days
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| But your ticket’s good for thirty days
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| And when the runway is completed
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| Would you like to board your plan |