Postcard

To the tune of that Leonard Cohen song:

It’s dark in the airplane,
The reading light’s broken,
The seat belt sign’s off now,
But still there’s no smoking.

Domo just farted,
It spreads like a virus,
I hear someone choking,
The guy right behind us ...

Chorus (everyone makes fart noises)

It’s dark in Miguel’s room,
And cosy for three,
I wonder what those fcuking
Noises could be.

Too close to be outside,
It’s right there beside us,
Taz snores like a small dinosaur
With bronchitis ...

Chorus (everyone makes snoring noises)

In the bright seaside restaurant,
We all have the lapas,
They’re nice but I think
One was cooked a bit half-assed.

Then someone turns pale-faced
The room it starts spinning
The doctor says “Hey Mister,
How are you feeling?”

Chorus (everyone makes puking noises)