Please, Mister Flight Attendant, Sir,
don’t bring him no more peanuts!
He’s on his fourteenth bag right now
since we flew past Salinas.
I’ve been stuck here right behind him
for it seems like seven hours
and I can’t hold out much longer!
Don’t you KNOW the peanut’s powers?
Yes, I’ve turned the fans on, overhead,
they don’t turn up any more.
If you give him one more bag, I swear
I’ll open up that door.
Don’t tell me I’ll get sucked out
or we’ll crash, ‘cause I don’t care;
it’s a tiny sacrifice to make
for a breath of sweet fresh air.