The day begins in the mirror, tired eyes are put on make-up, the lips red bricks and then the coffee she drinks every morning and she wears blue and yellow. She says she would love to, firmly put. She says the world is smaller when you fly every day. Jenny, Jenny, cloud rider, just keeps smiling, like all flight attendants. Jenny, Jenny, cloud rider, just keeps smiling, like all flight attendants. Jenny, cloud rider. And after every landing, she is the smile in the fire. Between a thousand passengers, who don't want to wait for the passport checks and the customs. And then three hours at a standstill, Jenny drinks the coffee cold. And she googles Panama, two years ago she was there for ten minutes, oh Panama. Oh Panama, oh Panama, oh Panama, oh Panama. Welcome on board. Welcome on board. Welcome on board. Welcome on board. Every day, ten thousand miles across the sea. She says she comes home and doesn't know where. Jenny, Jenny, cloud rider, just keeps smiling, like all flight attendants. Jenny, Jenny, cloud rider, just keeps smiling, like all flight attendants. Jenny, cloud rider. Oh Panama. Oh Panama. Oh Panama. Oh Panama. Welcome on board.