Take the sick bag from that chair
Stop it going all around
As my skin is turning green
And we've not even left the ground

Tryin' to keep my breakfast down
As well as what I had last night
And I'm takin' dramamine, to
Help me make it through the flight.

I don't know what's up or down, I feel queasy in my tum
When the vomit gets projectile: then take cover - here it comes

Now the spray is cleaned and gone
Given me some small respite
I've got some clean clothing on
Help me make it through the flight.

I don't know what's up or down, feeling queasy yet again
As we're heading down the runway... pray it will stay down, amen

Air hostess gave me a pill
Now she's nipped back out of sight.
Lord! It's viagra, that will
Help me make it through the flight.