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!