I call you from my car to say I'll be there in a while
A short plane ride and I will get to see your pretty smile
There's nothing on the radio, I fiddle with the dial
And then I see a sign; the airport's just another mile
I check my bags and think about how much I hate to fly
And as I near security, I almost start to cry
Well, I hope the Law Enforcement Agents can't tell from my face
I got three balloons of coke in an uncomfortable place
I'm sweating and I'm nervous, and I need a little air
'Cause with four balloons of heroine, it's getting crowded up in there
Crowded up in there
INTERLUDE 1:
My mind is all a-jumble and my blood is cold as ice
I dread the thought of having to unload this merchandise
"Relax", I think, "It's not so bad; it might feel kind of nice"
"Besides, who hasn't had a finger up there once or twice?"
I must remember, don't leave any drugs inside the host
I did that once and a girl who tossed my salad overdosed
Well, I say a little prayer, "Hail Maria Full of Grace!"
I got three balloons of coke in an uncomfortable place
I'm sweating and I'm nervous, and I need a little air
And I swear I’m farting lines of blow into my underwear
From the derriere
I was a little eager when I loaded up my stash
5 balloons of ecstasy and 6 balloons of hash
8 balloons of LSD and 9 of sensimilla
A box of Chinese fireworks Guatemalan child
I made it to the gate now and my joy I can't contain
I board the aircraft take my seat in the cockpit of the plane
As I taxi down the runway I get a smile on my face
I've got 3 balloons of coke in an uncomfortable place
Flight crew prepare for take off as I lift us into air
And by the way does anyone want to buy Guatemalan child
From my derriere
I've got 3 balloons
Mmm I've got 3 balloons
Mmm I've got 3 balloons