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 es 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? Please, please, please, please, try, try, try to enjoy your routes Have some fun Kids on holiday