Well hello Finthin Tower this is Army 801
I’m five miles from your airfield and my fuel is almost gone
My engine’s belching fire and my tach needles have split
You better call your crash crew out
This bastard’s going to quit
Hello Army 801 this is Finthin Tower
We can’t call our crash crew out
This is their coffee hour
And we just as soon you didn’t land here for a while
Because our visibility is not half a mile
Well hello Finthin Tower this is Army 801
I’d like to put this landing off but it just can’t be done
My RPM is falling and I’m running out of gas
I gotta put this chopper down before I bust my ass
This is Finthin Tower calling Army 801
We’d just like to know what type of flight plan you is on
Our operations officer says you have not been cleared
And you’ll be grounded thirty days if you land that thing here
Well hello Finthin Tower this is Army 801
I’m up in pilot’s heaven now
My flying days are done
Tell my old commander that I’m sorry that I crashed
Tell that operations officer that he can kiss my ass.
Words (to the tune of Itazuki Tower) by Kris Kristofferson c. Jody Ray Publishing, Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved