But drink after drink he will drainIf thirsty, he'll always complainand raise holy hellbecause Samuel L.hates getting the shakes on a plane
The passengers think he's insane The stewardess tries to explain"There's no way to stop,the plane would just drop--You can't hit the brakes on a plane."
It's so cold it causes me painFrom shivering I can't abstainBy flight crew I'm toldthey must keep it coldbecause there's snow flakes on this plane
It's certainly dark, goodness sake,and so warm we all could just bake!My memory's blurredof how it occuredbut somehow this plane's in a snake
Count Dracula's thirst had free reignCould drink all the blood he could drainHe filled up a glass-- type A from from first class'cause no one brings stakes on a plane
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