Arthur Godfrey
Teterboro Tower, this is Piper 202
I'm turning on my downwind leg
my fabrics come un-glue'd
The stick is burbling in my hand,
I think I feel a stall
and a bug's caught in my pitot,
my gauges don't read at all.
Now listen Piper 202 this is Teterboro Tower,
I can not raise the crash-crew,
because it is their coffe-hour.
And you're not cleared in the pattern,
don't try a landing yet,
just circle for departures
while I moved your cigarette.
Help Teterboro Tower, this is Piper 202
I'm sweating out this landing
I don't know what to do.
My Super-Homer's on the blink,
and your voice is fading fast,
please clear me on my final
or this flight may be my last.
Now listen Piper 202 this is Teterboro Tower,
I'd like to help you, buddy,
but I just don't have the power.
The FAA is your only hope,
so if you've time to spare,
just file a form in triplicate
and sign the questionaire.
Teterboro Tower, this is Piper 202
I'm in Secausus Hospital,
I owe it all to you.
I'm sorry that I cracked it up,
and messed your pretty field,
We'll try it once around again,
if ever I get healed.