Lyrics

Holding Pattern

When the plane goes down I’ll be playing
Fastening my seatbelt and racking my brains
For a way to play the J and the Z on m magnetic tray
Only just got rid of the Q

My little orphan I suspended in the sea
Without the promise of return to adjectives and verbs
It takes a lot of nerve to use up all my letters
Only just got rid of the Q

I have no consonants just vowels
The As and Os a silent groan
As the board drops into turbulence
I will you to play that final killer word
I will you to play
Only just got rid of the Q

When the plane goes down I’ll be playing
Fastening my seatbelt and racking my brains
When the plane goes down I’ll be playing
Fastening my seatbelt and racking my brains

Only just got rid of the Q