Are you waiting for me?
At the end of the airport
I’m off buying our tickets
Auteur in hibernation
But I’m feeling impatient
We were late for departure

And the smell of pajamas
Is what makes me feel frivol
There are minutes for sleeping
But we didn’t have minutes to spare

So you’re feeling sleepy
Sympathize with the retard
Being held by his mother
She’s got spit in her napkin
And she’s pushing him that way
Like the stench through the men's room

And it’s making you nauseous
Where the hell have I got to?
There’s a boy who’s a Krishna
And he thinks you look pretty
Well, he's eyeing your stockings
He’s got books to help you with your life

But there’s no need to worry
This is just a vacation
It’s not permanent leaving
Every kid gets excited
When his parents are yelling
They ordered a Lincoln
And they received a compact
And there’s fat nuns and tenors
Who are blocking departure

Till I’m birthed from their vulvas
And I kiss you and hug you
Do you remember our forfeits?
And you shout at the platform

Here we come mister airplane

Please, Please, Please, Please
Try, Try, Try
To enjoy your roots
Have some fun, fun
Kids on holiday


Lyrics submitted by horsehead, edited by stephen137

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    General Comment(From identitytheory.com/audio/…)

    "AVEY TARE: Mostly, I focus on what’s in my head and in my heart at the moment. I guess these things are affected by a combination of my dealings and feelings with my friends. What I read and a lot of what I just see around me. “Kids on Holiday,” for instance, is basically just about Noah (Panda Bear) and I getting used to traveling around and playing music and what it’s like to be traveling so much and feeling tired and all the kinds of people you see around you moving. Moving for work, moving for pleasure, moving for nothing."
    samshipstoneon September 02, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"Sympathize with the retard"
    This part sounded something like "Simple ties are for retards"

    "Till I’m birthed from their vulvas"
    Haha, and this part sounded to me something ending in "ebola".
    king-inkon February 11, 2005   Link
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    General Commenti dont think so
    horseheadon February 13, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentOh no, I'm sure I'm wrong! I wasn't suggesting anything. I just thought it'd be funny to share my misheard lyrics. ;)
    king-inkon February 15, 2005   Link
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    General Commentah my apologies then.
    horseheadon February 16, 2005   Link
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    General CommentI'm pretty sure the line goes "Well, he's eyeing your stockings"
    XavierZaneon February 16, 2005   Link
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    General Commentill change that
    horseheadon February 20, 2005   Link
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    General Commentthe opening "is the food bothering you?"
    the first stanza "auteur in hibernation"
    the ending "do you remember our forfeits?"

    i don't know if these are correct or not. i just thought i'd toss them out there. i had no idea it was "fat nuns and tenors" or "here we come mister airplane." i thought it was "nonsense scanners" and "yeah we can't miss your airplane." good ear to the person who transcribed this song. animal collective-sung tongs~best album ever.
    tiredgorillaon February 28, 2005   Link
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    General Commentit's "while he's eyeing your stockings, he's got books to help you with your life..."

    and it's definitely NOT "And there’s fat nuns and tenors"
    Bootcuton May 07, 2005   Link
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    General Commentfat nuns and sinners
    emergeon May 22, 2005   Link

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