Dude, dude
Check it, I'll be out of the house, peace out, man (buh-bye)
A holiday, day, day, day
To the bay, bay, bay (Wish me well!)

Alright (alright), okay (okay)
I'll be on (I'll be on), my way
I'll just find my luggage bags, bit redundant but I don't care
Where my stupid bags at, I know I put them somewhere
Alright (alright), okay (okay)
I'll be on (I'll be on), my way
Gotta find my bloody bags, but I just can't remember where
I put the damn bags, could be in the cellar, I'll check
(well, dang)

Checkin' my cellar for my luggage bags
It's kinda spooky, I can't see for crap
Full of stacks, of old crap, so high, man
Lightbulb has cracked, no replacements on hand, bugger
Got no flashlight, homes, what did I step on?
Made a crunch and oh, it's all on my brand new thongs
So I stumble round, my pants are now brown
I'm runnin' out of time, the pizza's due now
If he comes now, I can't run down
To the door, hear the doorbell, I'm so fucked now
So I just grab something that's closest to my hands
Fumble, find the stairs and up, fuck, it's a sleeping bag!

Alright (alright), okay (okay)
I'll be on (I'll be on), my way
I'll just drop the sleeping bag, it breaks something but I don't care
Where'd I put my cash at, I know I put it somewhere
Alright (alright), okay (okay)
At the door (at the door), I pay
Now to find my bloody bags, once I've finished my dinner, yeah
There's my stupid flashlight, wonder why I put it there
(Just, dang!)

I said "Whoa, I'm a dummy" I left it in the laundry
I'm checkin' it, it's workin', now searchin' for my baggies
A dead cocky's one the floor, it's gooey, think I need to vomit
Keep it down, busy workin', I'll keep that for watchin' Norbit
Now I turn my flashlight on (on), shine it at the walls (walls)
I hope to see my bags, but all I'm seein' is fuck all
Sure, there are some boxes of crap
But all of that ain't my luggage bags!
Damnit, I thought I was gonna find my bags real fast
Instead with all these problems, gettin' nowhere fast
I know I just rhymed the same thing
Cuz, homie, all these problems make it real hard to think!

Alright (alright), okay (okay)
I'll be on (I'll be on), my way
I can't find my fucking bags, now I'm pulling out all my hair
There's a lot of that, man, I haven't cut it in years
Alright (alright), okay (okay)
I'll be on (I'll be on), my way
Need to find my bloody bags, before I go completely spare
That means "goin' mad", thought I'd clarify that one, yeah
(Weird slang!)

I'm gettin' pissed off (today) can't find my bags, y'all (that's right)
I found one filled with golf clubs, wrong kind of bag, dawg (crap)
But it won't be long, 'til the plane takes off
I left this late, friggin' duh, got a phone call
I pull my cell out (that's right) my pocket, back right
And I ask "This is Matt, who this at?" some guy
Sayin' "Matt, this is your new airport friend
Your flight's been cancelled, will this news cause a problem?"

I'm fine (I'm fine), okay (okay)
I don't care (I don't care) no way
I'm just lookin' for my bags, I've spent the whole night doing this
Now you tell me that the next flight is in a few weeks
I'm fine (I'm fine), really (really)
I don't care (I don't care) peachy
I'll just do the fucking bag search tomorrow or somethin', yeah
I'll just clean my pants out, and swear 'til I'm out of air
Thanks!