Strangers on my flight, turbans
they're packin'. Wonderin' if they might, plan a
hijacking. They could pull a stunt, before this flight is
through.
Something's on their minds. I saw them
mutter. What that in their hands? Looks like box
cutters, I'm gonna kick some ass, if they make a
move.
Strangers on my flight. Two smelly
people, and they're not talking right; and in a
moment, I will grab base ball bat; and that will be
that. Swing like Joe DiMaggio, and rip them both a new
a-hole.
And if they pick a fight, and try to screw
us, I'll punch out their lights, just like Joe
Louis. It would feel so right, for strangers on my
flight.
Ratta Tat Tat Tat, Budda Bing Bang
Boom, Zooma Zooma Zoom.
