Kids on Holiday

[Verse 1]

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 in departing

And the smell of pajamas

Is what makes me feel frivol

There are minutes for sleeping

But we didn't have minutes to spare

[Verse 2]

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 a 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

[Verse 3]

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 departures

'Til 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

Here we come, mister airplane

Here we come, mister airplane

Here we come, mister airplane

[Bridge]

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

[Outro]

Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday

Holiday fun

Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday

Holiday fun

Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday

Holiday fun

Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday

Holiday fun

Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday

Holiday fun

Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday

Holiday fun

Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday

Holiday fun

Kids on holiday, holiday, holiday

Holiday fun

(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)