I've been flying everywhere,
The flight attendants serve me booze
Just like Justin Ebriated,
But still I have the blues.
For when the flight is bumpy,
And they can't get me back to ground,
I find up there in the air,
I fill up til I nearly drown.
And so my name fits me well,
When I'm strapped down in my seat.
The booze I drink flows right through,
And ends up in my seat.
It isn't bad when in midflight,
The tray table serves me well.
But when they say, "Tray tables up,"
I'm embarrased all to hell.
So if you flighty attendants out there,
Have the chance to serve me drink,
Please read my name on your Passenger List,
And then, PLEASE STOP AND THINK!