Strangers on my flight,
turbans they're packin',
Wonderin' if they might;
plan a hijacking.
They could pull a stunt,
before the 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 my base ball bat;
and that will be that.
Swing like Joe DiMaggio,
and rip rip them both a new a-hole.
And if they pick a fight,
and try to screw us,
I'll punch 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,
Send those bastards
to the moon!
