Aug 20, 2008 15:11
Sung to the tune of "I'll Fly Away."
Some bright morning, when this job is o'er,
I'll fly away.
To my home on the Padre Island Shore
I'll Fly away.
CHORUS:
I'll fly away, Oh Glory! I'll fly away.
Unless my bag has some mouthwash and a ra--ag
I'll Fly away!
Unless I have more than one bag to carry on
Then, I can't fly away.
Or my suitcase weighs an ounce over fifty pounds
Then, I can't fly away.
CHORUS:
I can't fly away, Oh Lordy
No, I can't fly away.
They charge me so much more, I can't afford to get on board
And I can't fly away.
I made a little joke when that wand went beep beep beep
I..can't fly away.
The DHS put cold iron shackles on my feet.
Now I can't fly away.
CHORUS:
I can't fly away, oh no, now
I can't fly away.
I told a little jokey and they put me in the pokey
Now I can't fly away.
I wrote my Senator about all the flights I'd missed
Since I can't fly away.
Those sons of bitches put me on the terrorist watch list now
I'll never fly away.
CHORUS:
I can't fly away, Oh Lord no,
I can't fly away.
I'm bound for Hell and it's prob'ly just as well
Since I can't fly away.