On a plane I'm gonna fly Cross the international dateline I get this day twice Won't it be nice? Seven beer on the aisle Where the stewardess is paid to smile I'm flying business home for Christmas And everyone has stuffed some presents In their luggage above Too big forgiveness for their time away From ones that they love We're all coming home The farm growing wheat And the people in the street And the Jetset Elite are coming home for Christmas Goin' east, goin' west Getting famous but I get no rest It's my idea what I wanna be, oh But my mom's still my mom She don't care what TV show I'm on She makes me apple pie Tells me not to lie If I forget it, I'll regret it Guess I need to call home Sleigh bells ringing instead Of my ears to the telephone We're all coming home The captain and his fleet And the drummer and his beat And the Jetset Elite are coming home for Christmas And don't you worry If you've never flown a plane in the sky Just take a bus or make a fuss You'll get home sooner than I We're all coming home We're all coming home We won't be alone We're all coming home The farm growing wheat And the people in the street And the judge in his seat And the winners who compete The islanders of Crete And the tall guy with his big feet And my pet parakeet If it's cold turn on the heat Santa's note is written neat It's too late for trick or treat Vegetarians won't eat meat I think that's about complete And the Jetset Elite are coming home for Christmas