Paging the crew guys
While we're up high
Serving some beer cans
Some folks get drunk like a clown
Because when they're flown
Our outfits get some dumb jeers man

Well don't you pout
If outside you look
If there's a hook in the motor
We'll fly high if we can
make this flight okay
But give fright, you should reach for your floater

Thanks for flying Trans Fake Lines
Your Tran-Crap-sticle
Transportation

Soon we will land on the ground
The run way we are bound
You look like you've survived our debris
But if you think that you are sick now
Wait you found some ticks--wow
Just keep in mind the "fleas free" decree

We used your plane to get home
But we are in rome?
We're both getting a tad bit pissy (grrr)
You've taken us too far
New York is way ajar
Get back in the air and get busy

But I am smuggling some racks
I'll give your wife back
You can fly the Atlantic
Cause tonight no more flight
I'll be out of site
Next time you'll take Gigantic Titanic

Stole that plane from Trans-Air Lines
To Transport myself
Trans-continent ha ha

So you both have a good life (life)
and here take this knife (knife)
This is how I will earn my whole pension
I just followed a plan
You should have got a van
Or perhaps you should have paid attention

I stole a sweet Trans-Air Plane
I'm Trans-Outta Here
Trans to know ya

SEE YA

Thanks for flying Trans-Fake Lines
(Sweet Trans Fake Line)
It's Trans-tactular
Trans-a fun word huh ha

So-Call yourself a cab
And let them pick up the tab
I know you quiver in this far-off nation
But I'll catch a Train
I'll take it through the plains
To my unknown crook house
Been good to know ya!