-> "Flyin' Qantas"
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Gotta get away from all this craziness
Damn, my home is like World War 16
Ev'rybody likes to whinge
Where did I put that syringe?
The only thing that stops them is morphine
I hope that they won't notice me running away
I've got to find the nearest airport
But where should I escape to?
I guess it's time to review
The countries I can go to, but in short:
The where just doesn't matter
But what matters is the how
I've already told you the why
And the what; don't have a cow!
But HOW to get away from this mess?
And I just do not know yet
I usually forget
What I was thinking about then
But not this time
It is too important
It never crossed my mind
That I would take this choice
But there's no time to regret or rejoice
'Cuz ev'rybody conned me
In some form they all have wronged me
Yelled at them so much I've near-
ly lost my voice
So now I've nicked the bike
And all the things I need
My mp3's, Transformers, the lot
But where the hell should I go?
What matters is that I know
I better go now before I get shot
Burst in through the front door
Buy my ticket, find the boarding gate
I'm runnin' 'cross the hard floor
Man, I really hope I'm not too late!
Show my passport to the airline chick
A good seat for the in-flight flick
Hey, honey peanuts! This is bliss!
But I hear you ask "What airline's this?'
Well, I'm gonna be flyin' Qantas
I'm gonna go fly away
I'm gonna go and fly on Qantas
Gonna go place - but anyways
It feels so strange all on my own
But I think it's best to change my tone
I ask the air hostess "When do we leave?"
She replies "When we know all is well"
I guess that answer's okay
Cuz my folks are busy today
And they won't notice I've gone and rebelled
It turns out the left engine needs tuning
Hope I don't go crazy 'fore it's done
I made a paper plane
Hit some guy, didn't cause much pain
So I whipped out my GameBoy
For some handheld fun
The airline hostess comes back
And says "Put that thing away!"
It's time to fly!
Hey wait! Where was I going, Santa Fe?
Or is that just the next stop?
Then do I get out somewhere else? Er -
Oh well, time to stare
At the in-flight magazine thing
While we're flyin' through the air
Can't remember where the hell I'm going
I should've thought to write it on my arm
So was it Barcelona?
Or maybe Arizona?
Forgetting this fact of life could cause me harm
Ah, who cares? The point is that I've run away
Not going back
I know that's a cliche
My friends will catch up to me
Not all at once, that's just too silly
I think the 'rents would notice we've escaped
Solitude is better
When running away from Satan's nightmare
And there's no leaving a letter
To let the 'rents know, they don't care
I know there's nothing left for me
So somewhere far is
Where I'll be
For once I know my life is fine
So once I'm there, drop me a line
Just as soon as I'm done flyin' Qantas
I love their nice airline chicks
I'm feelin' great when flyin' Qantas
Grab some peanuts for the in-flight flick
I know I'll never return home
Unless I forgot to pack my phone
My life's so disconcerting
So running away is my last hope
I knew it wouldn't last
But not before I could smoke dope*
Better buy a brand new place
Where all my friends can have their space
Cuz we're all just normal people
Lookin' for a normal life
But life at home just brings us strife
So we gotta go by flyin' Qantas
We gotta have space to chill
We gonna go and fly by Qantas
Need a life without so much thrill
You know, I think I just remembered
Where I'm going, it's America
Better call my mates so
They know where to land
MY LIFE'S STRANGE
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