SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

The Challenge:  After munchkins, ferrets, panties, and streakers, and considering the recent Carnival /  Mardi Gras madness, I thought we could all use a good stiff drink (that is, unless you've given up the hooch for Lent!).  So here's a little story of compassion and sharing that deserves a good song or two -- On Air Traffic Controller Excuses for Stealing Drinks:  Peter Smith, an air traffic controller trainee, excuses himself to the judge after being charged with the theft of a glass of beer from a bar -- "I am definitely not guilty.  Making my way home from the control tower, I saw a man standing in the street with a glass of beer in his hand.  He told me that the glass was stuck to his hand and asked me to help him get free of it.  When I had done so, he gave me the glass and its contents by way of a reward." 


I'm Gonna Get Ya by baldfiddler 

Twas in the summer of eighty one
About a month 'for Harry Chapin met his fate
Ronny boy was at the helm of this unionless ship of state
And to his shagrin the strike began and added to the overworked plight
The air traffic controller's throughout this land
Set out to disrupt all the calm flight!

Chorus:
Well I'm gonna get ya you swelly head strikers
Yeah I'm gonna get ya I'll do what it takes
I'm gonna do what they did to the wobblies
Bust a few heads and stomp on you snakes.

The air traffic controllers they needed some respite
They're working them to death no rest day or night.
They'll join together and try to stop all this madness
That'll end with a whimper not even a real fight.
'Cause Ronny and the fed's they turned into gun thugs
They carried their clubs and bashed in their rights.

Chorus

The air traffic clan were fired so quickly
They were replaced with rank rookies in a blink
Some never recovered some took up bad habits
Some were sucked to the bottom of very strong drink
One was caught red handed a beer stuck to his palm
Ranting Ronnie's message for all to stay calm.

End Chorus 

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