Now my seat is back
I'm trying to sleep
They're tapping me so I can't keep
My eyes closed, I wake up and want to cry

Now the sun is settin
It's 8 at night
The tray I'm gettin
Is givin me fright
That if I eat what's on it
I could die

It's icky and vile to me
Tell me that it's steak of beef
All you want I still think it's a toe
I'm eatin on a jet plane
I don't think that I'll do that again
Oh tray, I hate you so

There's so many times I've whined and moaned
About the fine food made at home
It seemed bad then, but now I know its great

Ev'ry place I go, I'll go by car
I will drive for days, if it is far
I won't mind since, I'll know what's on my plate

It's icky and vile to me
Tell me that it's steak of beef
All you want I still think it's a toe
I'm eatin on a jet plane
I don't think that I'll do that again
Oh tray, I hate you so

Now the time has come to eat what
I despise
I'll hold my nose
And close my eyes
It's the only way

Dropped a bit onto my seat
That's less of it I have to eat
At least I had a big lunch today

It's icky and vile to me
Tell me that it's steak of beef
All you want I still think it's a toe
I'm eating on a jet plane
I don't think that I'll do that again
Oh tray, I hate you so