Strangers on my flight, turbans they're packin'. Wonderin' if they might, plan a hijacking. They could pull a stunt, before this flight is through. Something's on their minds. I saw them mutter. What that in their hands? Looks like box cutters, I'm gonna kick some ass, if they make a move. Strangers on my flight. Two smelly people, and they're not talking right; and in a moment, I will grab base ball bat; and that will be that. Swing like Joe DiMaggio, and rip them both a new a-hole. And if they pick a fight, and try to screw us,...