Lyrics

Well my bags are packed they're on the plane
The panic's racing through my brain
I hate to think I'm just about to fly
But the taxi-ing's started we're ready to leave
My gorge is rising I'm going to heave
Already I'm so nauseous I could die

So drug me and analyse me tell me things that might surprise me
Fool me even if you have to lie
'cause I'm heavin' on a jet plane don't know if I'll come back again
Oy vey I hate to fly

There's so many towns that you can drive to take a train arrive alive to
I tell you now they don't mean a thing
Every takeoff leaves me uninspired (every time I leave SOMEONE GETS FIRED)
What happens when the giant cuts the strings?

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Now the time has come to take off Already it's too late to break off
I'm paralyzed with fear, and dead, almost
I'm not bold, like Barry Switzer, I'm just a poor farshtinkener Shvitzer
Tryin' to schnorr a column for the Post

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