The Lady on the Plane
Lyrics:
Cruising at 30,000 feet, captive by the engines restless lull
Headphones on, I fidget in my seat, the show I am watching is kinda dull
A dark haired five-foot lady, rushes up the isle her dog in hand,
She’s starting to look angry, raising her voice and making a stand
What is possessing her, the lady on the plane
Her mind is a clutter, her body fully strained
What is possessing her, the lady on the plane
Screaming at the top of her lungs, her hands flailing as she shuffles around,
The yells get louder as she speaks in tongues, squirms and stomps her feet with a frown
Confused she struck the dog with a swat, the poor thing yelps as it falls on the ground
Passengers graciously takes care of the dog, as she loudly mourns her pet with a growl
What is possessing her, the lady on the plane
Her mind is a clutter, her body fully strained
What is possessing her, the lady on the plane
We docked at the gate waiting for the police, the cabin is quiet, everyone at their seat,
It’s hushed now, the shouting ceased, her head laying back, she was totally beat
We leave the plane with the lady’s woes, the officers standing by our side
What ever possessed her I will never know, she is passed out with restrains applied
What is possessing her, the lady on the plane
Her mind is a clutter, her body fully strained
What is possessing her, the lady on the plane
What is possessing her, the lady on the plane
Her mind is a clutter, her body fully strained
What is possessing her, the lady on the plane
What is possessing her, What is possessing her, What is possessing her
The lady on the plane