One morning, I’m packing, and I knew
I was out of room.
My suitcase, is bulging, and will soon
End up in doom.
Must pack one more, for overhead,
Carry-On.

The skies are charging, and Airlines
are full of fees.
Now drinks, and chips, no longer
“Thank you please”.
This bag, that bag, I had no choice but to
Carry-On.

The legroom, the bathroom, have all
gone down the tubes.
I’m in Coach, not First Class, back here
we’re sitting boobs.
Must take this flight with all the necessities,
Carry-On.

Carry-On.
Extra luggage.
Extra luggage up above.

When will I catch my next flight sir?
What if you lose my baggage?
What if that lady slams the door?
Will you insure the damage?
Oh the captains of the mile-high club,
Coffee, tea or me now Bub.
Toilet will you flush, for me?

Planes and trains and automobiles,
Busy country.
Conferences and meetings too,
Even on Sunday.
Oh the captains of the mile-high club,
Coffee, tea or me now Bub.
Toilet will you flush, for me?