Cool Yer Jets

Park my car, I'm half asleep, then step into the terminal
I'm calm, before we embark
In short stay, but never made, a note of the location of my car
I'll find out when it's dark

As I'm waved out from another queue, checked for metal gone awry
Lights are flashing and alarms announce my failure to comply
Catch the eye of a kindred spirit, as in comes the request
Awkwardly I hold her gaze as I gradually undress

Cool yer jets, place your bets
Priority to board the plane
Can move into the left-hand lane
Get on board, luggage stored
There's every chance you won't see that again

Did you pack the bag yourself?
A former member of the KGB needs to know
It hasn't left your side all day
Yet somehow you're now terrorised with doubt, and it shows

An executive businessman is on a super important call
White Air Pods nestled deep in his head performing for us all
On lookers try to look away, wishing they could forget
All the Effing and a-Jeffing tends to indicate
A mild case of Tourette's

Cool yer jets, place your bets
Priority to board the plane
Can move into the left-hand lane
Get on board, luggage stored
There's every chance you won't see that again

The speedy boarders get the nod
They've paid to spend ten minutes on the plane, before us
We're packed like lemmings in a box
Across the tarmac for a hundred yards, in the bus

The guy behind me with BO just kneed me in the back
Earlier he assaulted me with his mountaineer's rucksack
Do you really need a neck pillow for a 45-minute flight?
I'm dreaming of baggage reclaim so I can have a fight

Cool yer jets, place your bets
Priority to board the plane
Can move into the left-hand lane
Get on board, luggage stored
There's every chance you won't see that again



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