MY LAST MIMOSA

James B. Twitty

Well the plane’s been rockin’ and lightnin’s been poppin’, 
This could be my last mimosa 
As we’re flyin’ over Cuba, headed for Aruba, 
Jamaica gets a little bit closer 
I’m feeling mighty ill and I need to do a will 
Cause the end seems to get a little closer 
I’m about to have a cow, I better drink it up now 
This could be my last mimosa 

Back when the flight attendant said, “sir what’ll you have?”, 
I said, “what’s the special of the day?” 
“well, it’s a Champaign flight and if you do it up right, 
 you can mix it with a little O.J.” 
Well everything was going good I should’ve knocked on wood 
‘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, “this could be my very last drink”, 
I wend to give a toast but she was whiter than a ghost 
And she really didn’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 I’m going down with a bang 
Cause this could be my last mimosa 




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