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