Kids On Holiday

Are you waiting for me

At the end of the airport?

I'm off buying our tickets

Auteur in hibernation

But I'm 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 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 through 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

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

Do 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 roots

Have some fun, fun

Kids on holiday