Kids on Holiday (Live)

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Are you waiting for me? At the end of the airport I'm off buying our tickets Lined up in hibernation But I'm feeling impatient We were late for departing But the smell of pajamas Is what makes you feel flirty There are minutes for sleeping But we didn't have minutes indeed So you're feeling sleepy Sympathize with the toddler Being held by his mother She's got spit in her napkins And she's pushing him that way Like a stench to the men's room And it's making you nauseous Where the hеll have I gone to? Therе'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 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 You remember our porpoise? 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, yeah and 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 Holiday, holiday, holiday Holiday fun Holiday, holiday, holiday Holiday fun Holiday, holiday, holiday Holiday fun Holiday, holiday, holiday Holiday fun Holiday, holiday, holiday Holiday fun Holiday, holiday, holiday Holiday fun 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 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