Det er en sang. Vi brukte å synge den i engelsktimene. Den late klassen maste på engelsklæreren om å få lov til å synge den sangen.
- Den sangen? Den e jo så klisjat, sa engelsklæreren.
Og så sang vi:
I'm leaving on a jetplane.
Don't know when I'll be back again.
Oh baby I hate to go.
Sitert fritt etter hukommelsen.
Men særlig miljøpolitisk korrekt i disse dager er jo ikke sangen.
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All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say ...
Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
And I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
Så klisjat, såååå fin
Juhu! Tusen takk Fjordfitte. Du imponerer fortsatt. Jeg ville ellers trodd dette lå utenfor ditt interessefelt. Bøyer meg i støvet. Og nynner forøvrig.
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