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.
