I call you from my car to say I'll be there in awhile A short plane ride and I will get to see your pretty smile. There's nothing on the radio; I'd fiddled with the dial Then I see a sign: the airport's just another mile I check my bags and think about how much I hate to fly, And as I near security I almost start to cry.
Well I hope the law enforcement agents can't tell from my face, I got three balloons of coke in an uncomfortable place. I'm sweating and I'm nervous and I need a little air, 'Cuz with four balloons of heroin, it's getting crowded up in there. Crowded up in there.
My mind is all a-jumble and my blood is cold as ice. I dread the thought of having to unload this merchandise. Relax, I say, it's not so bad; it might feel kinda nice, Besides who hasn't had a finger up there once or twice. I must remember don't leave any drugs inside the host; I did that once and a girl who tossed my salad overdosed.
Well I say a little prayer, Hail Maria full of grace. I've got three balloons of coke in an uncomfortable place.
I'm sweating and I'm nervous and I need a little air, And I swear I'm farting lines of blow into my underwear. Ooh, from my derrière.
I was a little eager when I loaded up my stash Five balloons of ecstasy, and six balloons of hash, Eight balloons of LSD, and nine of sensimilla, A box of Chinese fireworks, a Guatemalan child. I made it to the gate now and my joy I can't contain. I board the aircraft, take my seat in the cockpit of the plane-
As I taxi down the runway I get a smile on my face, I've got three balloons of coke in an uncomfortable place. Flight crew, prepare for takeoff, as I lift us into air, and by the way does anyone want to buy Guatemalan child from my derrière.
I got three balloons...
I got three balloons...
I got three balloons.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.