First Class, Wrong Flight Songtext
von Mark Lowry

Had to catch a plane for Nashville but was running oh so late
Checked my luggage at the curb and prayed the plane would wait
I passed some Hare Krishnas racing toward gate three
The pilot turned the engines on and I yelled "Wait for me!"
The flight was overbooked and there was someone in my seat
So they put me up in first class where they get real food to eat
I buckled up, we took off, things turned out after all
Till the pilot said "Welcome to" I cried "To Omaha!"

First class, wrong flight
What a situation (What a situation)
First class, wrong flight
Should have checked the destination

I sat there twenty minutes just deciding what to do
Guess I could take up skydiving or hijack all the crew
I thought why should I sweat it, I′ll eat my steak and smile
It's not important where I go, I′m going there in style


First class, wrong flight
What a situation (What a situation)
First class, wrong flight
Should have checked the destination

Style and comfort may be grand
But it's important where you land
Make sure the way you choose is right

Well I won't be eating peanuts or hearing some kid cry
I′ll have a lot more leg room, it′s the only way to fly
I'll get the royal treatment, those in coach will envy me
But when we touch down they′ll all be where they wanna be

Oh, wrong flight
What a situation (What a, what a, what a situation)
First class, wrong flight
Should have checked the destination (I should have checked)
First class, wrong flight
What a situation (What a, what a, what a situation)
Oh, first class, wrong flight
Always check the destination

Sure you're gonna end up where you don′t wanna be
Oh, it's awful
You lose your luggage, you can′t find your friends
It's terrible, I hate it