Kids On Holiday

Are you waiting for me
At the end of the airport
Im off buying our tickets
Auteur in hibernation
But Im feeling impatient
We were late for departure
And the smell of pajamas
Is what makes me feel frivol
There are minutes for sleeping
But we didnt have minutes to spare

So youre feeling sleepy
Sympathize with the retard
Being held by his mother
Shes got spit in her napkin
And shes pushing him that way
Like a stench to the mens room
And its making you nauseous
Where the hell have I got to
Theres a boy whos a Krishna
And he thinks you look pretty
Well, hes eyeing your stockings
Hes got books to help you with your life

But theres no need to worry
This is just a vacation
Its not permanent leaving
Every kid gets excited
When his parents are yelling
Cause they ordered a Lincoln
And they received a compact
And theres fat nuns and tenors
Who are blocking departure
Till Im birthed from their vulvas
And I kiss you and hug you
Do you remember our forfeits
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
Please, Please, Please, Please
Try, Try, Try, Try
To enjoy your roots
Have some fun, fun
Fun, fun
Kids on holiday
(Holiday, holiday, holiday, holiday fun)