Charles Bukowski
Free (Live)
Free
There's this airline they give free champagne
But I've been on it before
When the stewardess came by, I said no
It came right out of the bottle
The stewardesses went up and down giving refills
It was a smooth flight, but in the end; restroom runs
Lines formed, paper bags came out
I sat there listening to the moaning and the puking
When we got to the airport, they were still going
Some puked as they waited for their baggage
Others puked on the escalators and on the parking lot ramps
Some puked in their cars while driving home
Some were still puking at home
When I got home, I switched on the news, opened a beer and let the bath water run