Lyrics

MY LAST MIMOSA
James B. Twitty

Well the planeÃ,?s been rockinÃ,? and lightninÃ,?s been poppinÃ,? ,
This could be my last mimosa
As weÃ,?re flyinÃ,? over Cuba, headed for Aruba,
Jamaica gets a little bit closer
IÃ,?m feeling mighty ill and I need to do a will
Cause the end seems to get a little closer
IÃ,?m about to have a cow, I better drink it up now
This could be my last mimosa

Back when the flight attendant said, Ã,?sir whatÃ,?ll you have?Ã,?,
I said, Ã,?whatÃ,?s the special of the day?Ã,?
Ã,?well, itÃ,?s a Champaign flight and if you do it up right,
you can mix it with a little O.J.Ã,?
Well everything was going good I shouldÃ,?ve knocked on wood
Ã,?cause we hit a patch of terrible wind
I saw the seatbelt sign about a quarter to nine
And I knew this would be the end

I started praying like crazy, looked over at a lady,
Said, Ã,?this could be my very last drinkÃ,?,
I wend to give a toast but she was whiter than a ghost
And she really didnÃ,?t know what to thing
With the food trays flying and a little baby crying,
My heart beat like a virtuoso
Now you can tell my whole gang IÃ,?m going down with a bang
Cause this could be my last mimosa



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