FatCat Records - Kids on Holiday lyrics

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