3 Balloons

I call you from the car to say ill be there in a while

A short plane ride and i will get to see your pretty smile

Theres nothing on the radio- I fiddle with the dial

Then i see a sign- the airports 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 that law enforcement agents cant tell from my face

Ive got 3 balloons of coke in an uncomfortable place

Im sweating and im nervous and i need a little air

cause with 4 balloons of heroin its getting crowded up in there

crowded up in there

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 say, its not so bad- it might feel kinda nice

Besides, who hasnt had a finger up there ince or twice?

I must remember dont 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

Ive got 3 balloons of coke in an uncomfortable place

Im sweating and im nervous and i need a little air

And i swear im farting lines of blow into my underwear

from my derriere

I was a little eager when i loaded up my stash

5 balloons of ecstasy, 6 balloons of hash

8 balloons of L.S.D, 9 of sensi mild

A box of chinese fireworks- a Guatemalan Child

Ive made it to the gate now and my joy i cant 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

Ive got 3 balloons of coke in an uncomfortable place

Flight crew prepare for takeoff as i lift us into air

And by the way, does anyone want to buy a Guatemalan child?

From my derriere