I hate airline food, I'm forcin' it down
It's Mexican, all red and brown
And now I'm gettin' air sick on this plane
'Cause my tum's uneasy and out a' tune
It's feeling nauseous and like a balloon
Here comes that urgent message from my brain

Oh, please clear the aisle for me,
There's no sick bag, that I can see
Sorry, Sir, I had to let it go..
Oh, I'm Heavin' On A Jet Plane
Now, I think it's comin' up again
No way to stop the flow
Got a volcano inside my core
This lava, out, it's gotta' pour
I'm sorry, Mam, just one of those things
Not really what I meant to do
It's grey and pink and stinky, too
Just thankful for how much relief it brings

Oh, please clear the aisle for me,
There's no sick bag, that I can see
Sorry, Sir..I had to let it go
Yes, I'm Heavin' On A Jet Plane
Feels like it's comin' up again
Might spray another row..

When the urge is here to heave, you
Cannot stop what's gonna' leave you
It's cookie tossin' time I realize
This is so ridiculous
I think next time I'll take the bus
So far I haven't seen no friendly skies

Oh, please clear the aisle for me
There's no sick bag, that I can see
Sorry Sir, just had to let it go
Can't stop Heavin' on a jet plane
Look out, it's comin' back, again
Sorry, Mam, it's awful stuff, I know

And I'm Heavin' on a jet plane
(Ah ah ah ah)
Heavin' on a jet plane
(Ah ah ah ah)