I've got it in my motorcarI've got it in anything that goes fastYou say it happens once in a whileBut everyday it can't be casualI hate planes I hate flying highIt's so strange and I ask myself whyI love to travel not to moveIf I could I'd stay under the moonChorus :Tell me it's for my own sakeI won't be down just away for a whileIt makes me glad if I stayNo relations no pills to takeCall the parents How do you do?Well arrived? The give you some food?A terrorist was next to meHe told me to get down on my kneesI hate planes I hate flying highOne hour feels like a centuryNext time I'll take a motorcarExplosions in the sky are so rightChorusWe're trapped in a plane and having troubles...
