It's time for a break and
I feel like gay Paris
I tell the family
Michelle, Doug, Mark and Bree
I start up the Prado
Pretty soon we depart
I'm dreading the high-pitched squeling
Of the kids when they start:

They say, they say 'Are'
They say 'Are we there yet?'
They beg, they plead 'Are'
They scream 'Are we there yet?'

They drive me bananas
You know how kids do that
They're fine at home or elsewhere
But in the car - what brats!
'I Spy' and such nonsense
Get on my fragile nerves
Don't matter if we're stopped
Or driving around a curve

They say, they whinge 'Are'
They yell 'Are we there yet?'
I say, 'Don't say that'
Don't say 'Are we there yet?'

We get to the airport
I say 'Don't say a word'
They don't so I'm happy
Just like a mockingbird
I get first-class tickets
And we get on the plane
But then what should happen?
The whole thing starts again:

They say, again 'Are'
Once more 'Are we there yet?'
I say, I say 'No'
I say 'We aren't there yet!'

(instrumental break)

They say, they beg 'Are'
They plead 'Are we there yet'
I say, I scream 'No!'
I yell 'We're not there yet!'

(Repeat to fade)