Kids On Holiday [Live]

Are you waiting for me? At the end of the airport I’m off buying our tickets Lines are in hibernation And I’m feeling impatient We were late for departure But the smell of pajamas Is what made me fribble There are minutes for sleeping But we didn’t have minutes in bed So you’re feeling sleepy Sympathize with the Tartar 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 gone? 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 Porpoise And you shout at the platform Here we come mister airplane Here we come missed our airplane airplane Here we come mister airplane Here we come missed your airplane Please, Please, Please, Please Try, Try, Try To enjoy your roots Have some fun, fun, fun, fun Please, Please, Please, Please Try, Try, Try To enjoy your roots Have some fun, fun, fun, fun Kids on holiday Holiday, holiday, holiday fun!