I parked my Buick
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discovered my ticket was lost
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And I had to fly "Standby"
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at twice the cost
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and then the buzzer went off
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at the Security check
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and the hands on my body
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left me with no
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self-respect
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And now my Suitcase don't fit
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in the overhead
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and the ugly blue Stewardess
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wishes that I
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would drop dead
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So I climb into my seat
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next to the screaming baby
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next to the big, big fat man
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who's trying to steal my tan
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Oh I know I won't sleep
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and I'll get..
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Jet Lag
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Jet Lag
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Yeah yeah
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Now we're flyin' through the air
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On this twenty hour flight
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And my eyes can't seem to focus
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And my head feels so light
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And then the food tray comes around
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and I eat like a pig
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and the lady in blue says
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"Baby, you better slow down
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You're eyes are too big"
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And if you think too much
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Your brain'll start to drag
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And you make it home to party
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But your tail can't wag
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Oh no, and guess what
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You got.. (CHORUS)
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I'd stop this plane
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If I could
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The hands on my watch
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say you don't look so good
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The movie ain't so hot
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You know this lousy feeling
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is all I got..
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The plane lands with a thud
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and I run to my car
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and I tell my legs run faster
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and they say who do you think you are?
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So I call up my date
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A September playmate
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I gotta get myself together
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No, I can't be late
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She's so fine
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And now she's kissing my ear
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says her clothes feel too tight
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but as she moves a little closer
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I fall asleep at the light
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and she says, "Oh baby, wake up,
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you got Jet Lag!"
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CHORUS
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Jet Lag
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| Stephen Bishop |
