Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Here I am sitting at the airport
Waiting on a plane
Taking me to New York
Choking of my coffee
When a girl goes past
Only funny things seem to make me laugh
When I came I didn't know that I'd be
Still here a week next Friday
My plane was late
Because it's raining outside
Someone stole the engines
And we're going to have to glide
Well I can't sit here forever
Because I want to go home
Never have I fеlt bad
Maybe I'll just take a cub
Becausе I think I'm going mad
Went to the bar to buy myself a beer
Met up with a guy
Who'd arrived last year
Bought myself a whiskey and lit a cigarette
Said the move you seem to drink
Well the easier it gets
So I guess I'm trying to tell you
That if you're going to fly
Get a set of wings
And kiss your ass goodbye
When you pack your case
Better pack yourself a bed
'Cause if you had a wish
You'd be wishing you were dead
The Airport Song was written by Ray Wilson.