Cos it all kicks off at about a quater past 8 in east midlands airport bar   A conversation with the boys over a friendly pint and its a sign of   Things to come.      Cos my friend was now starting to grumble   And it's too early for this amount of alcohol   What you on about getting breakfast for - eating's cheating you puff   So get another round in      What am I doing here oh what am I doing here?      Now the conversations simply getting cruder   People in the bar think we've offended her   Spinning round like a broken record and talking about drinking   Shagging, drinking and more shagging      Last call for gate 29 all passengers please board the plane now   Cos I stood up a little too quickly   The room is spinning round and they've all gone without me      Bureau de change, I need a bureau de change      When the serial code starts to hit the horizon you know that it's   Time for landing it's time for landing   When the air hostess tells you to raise your seat up straight   Time for landing it's time for landing   When the captain of the plane switches the seatbelt light on   You know that it's time for landing.      During take off another round is bought the hostess is looking scared    I'm not suprised we're being smart   Touch down and we need a Joe baxi, 20 minutes later and we've found our hotel   We don't give a shit cos we're out on the piss      When the serial code starts to hit the horizon you know that it's   Time for landing it's time for landing   When the air hostess tells you to raise your seat up straight   Time for landing it's time for landing   When the captain of the plane switches the seatbelt light on    You know that it's time for landing.      Cos I'm spinning round I'm spinning round with ease   The ride is going too fast I wanna get off please   Too much beer and too much Maccy D's   Too many lesbo shows thongs and striptease   Too many handlebars little kids on the street   Asking if you'd like them to do obscenities   There's too many people off their tits in this city   Now there's too many stags   Now there's too many hens      When the serial code starts to hit the horizon you know that it's   Time for landing it's time for landing   When the air hostess tells you to raise your seat up straight   Time for landing it's time for landing   When alls that is left is the smell on your breath from the previous nights    Drunkeness and debauchery you know that it's time for landing