Kids On Holiday

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

Is 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?

There'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



But 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 departure

Till I'm birthed from their vulvas

And I kiss you and hug you

You remember our forfeits

And you shout at the platform,

"Here we come, mister airplane"



Please, please, please, please

Try, try, try

To enjoy your routes

Have some fun

Kids on holiday

Holiday fun