Each morning I get up at four
with a smile upon my face.
Into the coffee cup I pour
a brew to set the pace.
Hit the road doing sixty-five
if I don't, I will be late.
At the terminal I arrive
and scurry to my gate.
There's my crew all sharp and snappy.
I say 'good morning' and we're all happy.
On board I greet our drowsy guests
assuring them we'll do our best.
A cute one smiles and says 'Fly Good'
I smile back cause I'm sportin wood.
Into the cockpit and all is well
till my FO cuts one and it starts to smell.
He thinks it's funny, but I see no folly.
So I lift a cheek and return the volley.
And so the pace of our day is set.
I'm Regional Pilot and flying a jet.
I flirt with the stew as best I can,
only to learn she was once a man.
Back in the air and three cokes later,
I give the controls to my mass debater.
Head to the lav only to find,
my fear of animals, the microscopic kind.
I assure myself and try to be calm,
'It's a teepee for you to peepee,
not a wigwam to beat your tomtom'
All is quite back on the deck
cause the FO's asleep,
oh what the heck!
I reach for the plate to begin the approach,
only to find a big cock-a-roach.
To alot of folks this would seem scarey,
But the regionals are lonely, so I'll call him 'Harry'.
with a smile upon my face.
Into the coffee cup I pour
a brew to set the pace.
Hit the road doing sixty-five
if I don't, I will be late.
At the terminal I arrive
and scurry to my gate.
There's my crew all sharp and snappy.
I say 'good morning' and we're all happy.
On board I greet our drowsy guests
assuring them we'll do our best.
A cute one smiles and says 'Fly Good'
I smile back cause I'm sportin wood.
Into the cockpit and all is well
till my FO cuts one and it starts to smell.
He thinks it's funny, but I see no folly.
So I lift a cheek and return the volley.
And so the pace of our day is set.
I'm Regional Pilot and flying a jet.
I flirt with the stew as best I can,
only to learn she was once a man.
Back in the air and three cokes later,
I give the controls to my mass debater.
Head to the lav only to find,
my fear of animals, the microscopic kind.
I assure myself and try to be calm,
'It's a teepee for you to peepee,
not a wigwam to beat your tomtom'
All is quite back on the deck
cause the FO's asleep,
oh what the heck!
I reach for the plate to begin the approach,
only to find a big cock-a-roach.
To alot of folks this would seem scarey,
But the regionals are lonely, so I'll call him 'Harry'.
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