Lyrics
The Airplane Song (h.nix/d.wilkinson)
Its 38 minutes, and Im in hell
It seems I cant breathe, The air is so stale
Oh the many shades of this blue and this grey
Im too tall for my seat and theres no drink for my tray
Im buckled in and extremely upright
Im stored underneath and I still hate this flight
Soon Ill touch down and itll all be a memory
Until Sunday, and this misery, starts again
My ears are ringing from behind my eyes
Its clear that Ive forgotten, that I hate to fly
My drink is coming, I can see it down the aisle
Theres nothing left to read, maybe Ill nap for a while
Im buckled in and extremely upright
Im stored underneath and I still hate this flight
Soon Ill touch down and itll all be a memory
Until Sunday, and this misery, starts again
The dissension is near, I can feel it in my chest
And wouldnt you know it, I couldnt even rest
Here they come again, to pick up the trash
They cant take it already, theres still vodka in my glass
Im buckled in and extremely upright
Im stored underneath and I still hate this flight
Soon Ill touch down and itll all be a memory
Until Sunday, and this misery, starts again
Im the frequent flyer that never gets any miles
They make you stay over a Saturday, and wave bye, bye, with a smile
Im buckled in and extremely upright
Im stored underneath and I still hate this flight
Soon Ill touch down and itll all be a memory
Until Sunday, and this misery,
Im buckled in and extremely upright
Im stored underneath and I still hate this flight
Soon Ill touch down and itll all be a memory
Until Sunday, and this misery, starts again
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