The Airport Song

Here I am sitting at the airport
Waiting on a plane
Taking me to New York
Choking of my coffee
When a girl goes past
Only funny things seem to make me laugh
When I came I didn’t know that I’d be
Still here a week next Friday
My plane was late
Because it’s raining outside
Someone stole the engines
And we’re going to have to glide
Well I can’t sit here forever
Because I want to go home
Never have I flt bad
Maybe I’ll just take a cub
Becaus I think I’m going mad
Went to the bar to buy myself a beer
Met up with a guy
Who’d arrived last year
Bought myself a whiskey and lit a cigarette
Said the move you seem to drink
Well the easier it gets
So I guess I’m trying to tell you
That if you’re going to fly
Get a set of wings
And kiss your ass goodbye
When you pack your case
Better pack yourself a bed
'Cause if you had a wish
You’d be wishing you were dead