Could you move your shoulder? Man! We’re pressed in here so tight!

Sweating just like wrestlers in the sun,

Don’t let one more in – there isn’t room – it isn’t right!

Tell them to get in another one!

Ow! My eye! Hey, watch it, man! There’s no room here to fight!

There isn’t even space to pull a gun!

Sorry I offend you, it’s so crowded here tonight!

Not my concept of communal fun…

They’re my toes you’re stepping on, hey, girlie! You’re not light!

In fact you’re fat when all is said and done!

Here’s a little elbow room, relax ma’am, I won’t bite

I need my space, if you’ll pardon the pun.

Someone should be sacked for this! It’s really outta sight!

‘Scuse me, lady (God, she weighs a ton!)

Promised I won’t fall to pieces, now I think I might,

There are two hopes here: Buckley’s and none!

Once that door slides back, look out you folks, I’m taking flight,

Don’t get in my way, you watch me run;

Aaaahh, we’re getting out – thank goodness! That was such a plight –

Just cause we’re sardines – Hey! – Toast is done!