Please return the stewardess to her original upright position
Airline always disappointed me
They don't have a drug stewardess
They have an alcohol stewardess
Champagne, red wine, white wine
White wine, champagne, white wine, champagne
Red wine, white wine, champagne
Red wine, white wine, red wine, white wine
White wine, champagne, champagne, red wine
Red wine, white wine, red wine, white wine
Champagne, champagne, white wine
White wine, red wine, champagne, white wine
Think they could spare one girl to come down the aisle
PCP, trips, coke, smoke, shit, things to get high
'Cause getting high on the plane
Used to be half the fun
You can't smoke in the lavatories at all anymore
Not even Virginia Burley
So if you're gonna smoke a joint
Better be an old pro
Smoking, or rather getting high on the airplane
I like that better because of the semantic possibilities
For the first person ever up on an airplane
You say "Look, they're high in the airplane"
And indeed we are that
We are high in the airplane
High in the airplane
They always keep telling me at the airport "Get on the plane"
I say "Fuck you, I'm getting in"
Let the daredevils get on
But we call it being high on the plane
They're high on the plane
If you're an aeronautical engineer
And you really like the design
You might be high on the plane
And then if you got high on the plane
You'd be triple high on the plane
Unless you had got high before you got on the plane
'Cause you can be high on the plane
Well you, well let's put it this way
You can get off and get on
Or you can get on and get off, man
I used to like to smoke up in the forward lavatory
'Cause I figured that the mirror was two-way
And the crew was watching
Always offering the crew a hit, naturally
"Hey come on, hey guys"
Then I'd relax a little
Have the little thing locked, occupied, okay
Looking at all the little slots and shit
When you get high on a plane
Of course it depended on what airline you were on
Whether the suction in the sink was any good
TWA always had the best sink suction
As far as I'm concerned, for your traveling head
Wow!
My hair used to straighten out, man
I lost ideas in those sinks, man
But you have to keep it open
I was a real dummy for several years
I used to just press down the drain
Which gives you a red ring on the heel of your hand
It's like, powder burns, you know, they got you man
"Look at the guy with the red ring
Come on, take him away"
So I find you can put some soap in there
Or a piece of the cup, keep it open
But then you have to decide
If you're gonna smoke in the bathroom on a plane
You have to decide if you're going to make believe
You're taking a shit or not
'Cause making believe if somebody busted in
Like a guy from Texas comes through with an axe, man
You wanna be ready, taking a regular shit
You don't wanna be arrested for shitting through your pants, right?
As long as I get rid of the joint
I don't care what the charge is
Shitting with your pants on
Anyway, you get a little high
And the light goes on
"Return to cabin"
Uh oh, something's up, they need me
Knew I shouldn't have left them alone
And on your way out, you see another sign
'Cause you're really into detail now
And it says "Please wash up for the next guy"
And so you know you didn't do anything in the sink much
But you do have felon's guilt
So you decide to wash up for the other guy
And you even wash off the grey bubbles on the soap
That the old guy made
And you start to wash off the fixtures and shit
And the mirror looks like it needs a little bit
Pretty soon you're doing the walls, man
Any more babbo out there?