Gentlemen,
I don’t have the time to spare currently to convince or attempt to justify this song to the few that don’t understand it. It’s not at stab at you personally but for those that “don’t get it” you fall in the minority.
I will post the lyrics since a few find it “difficult” to understand the music or words recorded, “U 87” for those that work in professional studios.
You must understand, UGL is comprised of several layers of work and music is about 8% of what we do.
This song was created for the regional industry and the pilots that serve it. Once you have the lyrics it should make a lot more sense to you.
Thanks for taking the time to read and listen. I don’t expect to reach 100% and anytime you put yourself in the public you have to be prepared to take the good and the BAD.
Last but not least; MODS, I guess you have guidelines to decide what posts deserves to be merged into 4 year old threads? Obviously I would want this song to have its own thread but downgrading it into a 4 year old post? Like Chris Berman says, “Come on MANNNNNN”!
Maybe once you actually get it you will reconsider making this a separate thread for ALL regional pilots to hear!
LA
A Dollar Fifty (Solo) | D'Tyner
Title: A Dollar 50 Cents
Label: UGL LLC
Artist: Captain 1-800-Truck-Drivers
Lyrics by Bar:
Let me start off saying I love everybody/
From The Pilots Flight Attendants Drivers in the Lobby/
Man, this my career boy this aint a hobby/
I got my resume in, I’m trying to get to Hobby (Airport)/
Please, they sent another one that’s full of garbage/
Want they’re pilots living like we commute in with the Amish/
Pull up to the airport with my horse and buggy/
Hop out like the driver but I aint no dummy/
Captain why you stressed out why you look like ish?/
Cause I just left Walmart, where I pitch my tent/
You think they pay me enough, so I can get some rent?/
They just sent me a raise, A Dollar 50 Cent/
Please, you got me out here cracking jokes/
If I tell these passengers they’d have a stroke/
Damn Chip chill out boy I’m having fun/
Like we at the BOD passing out these crumbs/
I guess you forgot I got a family and a little one/
I guess you want me to treat him like the red headed son/
Nope, cause that don’t match my Christian values/
And you can try to takes us down like the value, Jet
Calling all ExpressJet Pilots PLEASE/
Calling all my airline pilots PLEASE/
Calling all my mainline brethren PLEASE/
1.50 1.50 1.50 PLEASE/
Don’t try to knock me/
I got a lawyer Thom Ross try to stop me/
In the ring I’m balboa Like I’m Rocky/
They wanna they wanna beam me like I’m Scotty, PLEASE