Oh if only Brazil was not so farfar away I Would swim or walk or rideBut never ever flyBut all the noise of the maniacs thereThe sweat on my face it’s worth to bearBut I don’t wanna bounce and dieBut then I see a lady in a tight blue dressI close my eyes, I know what I would go forStewardess before the crashLavatory Love MachineNo fear can quell my steamLavatory Love MachineNo cabin fire burn my dreamI am at your disposalI gotta get up to see what you ain’t gotta hideWheeling junk along the aisleKeep your seat belf fastenedYou’re whipping with an iron voiceYou commandUh mistress I am in your handsAnd when she asks me what I’d like to eatI realise the domina feels the sameAnd I reply: What about your pie?Lavatory Love Machine…Lavatory Love MachineNo broken wings to stop me steamLavatory Love MachineHoney dou you like the way I cream?Now if I gotta dieI’ll have been stiff and smiling till the crashLet them know I’ve been aliveTill I made my final splashLavatory Love Machine…Don’t hear the scary noisesFrom the turbine when you scream.