All the flights are stacked, and no one can go,
Al Queda's tryin' to even the score,
The chatter woke us up so you can't fly.
Now the news is breakin', tryin' to warn,
These acts they're making us a bit forlorn.
It's terroristic syndrome from the sky.

They're grisly, hostile they be,
They have so much hate, you see.
Stop them and don't let them steal the show.
Not leavin' on this jet plane,
We won't let you guys attack again,
So knave, this plane won't go.

There's so many guys to bring planes down,
So many guys, intel has found,
So just for now they can't do a thing.
Any plot they sow we'll catch a view,
When they try to sting, we'll catch that too,
They're plots we'll crack, frustration will we bring.

They're grisly, hostile they be,
They have so much hate, you see.
Stop them and don't let them steal the show.
Not leavin' on this jet plane,
We won't let you guys attack again,
So knave, this plane won't go.

Now the time has come to grieve you,
And this time we won't miss you,
We've got our spies and we're makin' hay,
Scheme about your crimes undone,
'Cause we won't leave you guys alone,
But these are times that we have to say:

They're grisly, hostile they be,
They have so much hate, you see.
Stop them and don't let them steal the show.
Not leavin' on this jet plane,
We won't let you guys attack again,
So knave, this plane won't go.