With humble apoligies to Jerry Garcia
Flyin’ that Plane, high on cocaine,
Walt Dinalko, better cross check your speed.
Waypoints ahead, contrail behind,
And you know that Citation just crossed my mind.
These GE engines makes it on time,
Leaves K-M-S-P ‘bout a quarter to nine,
Hits Detroit Metro at seventeen two,
At a quarter to ten you know it’s drivin’ again.
Flyin’ that Plane, high on cocaine,
Walt Dinalko, better cross check your speed.
Waypoints ahead, contrail behind,
And you know that Citation just crossed my mind.
Traffic ahead, the TCAS just said,
Take my advice you’d be better off dead.
ATC’s man’s sleeping, Critter One niner two is
On the wrong flightlevel and headed for you.
Flyin’ that Plane, high on cocaine,
Walt Dinalko, better cross check your speed.
Waypoints ahead, contrail behind,
And you know that Citation just crossed my mind.
Trouble with you is the trouble with me,
Got two radar screens but we still don’t see.
Crossing 8000 for five, no time for a dive,
The flight attendant screams as the annunciator gleams
Flyin’ that Plane, high on cocaine,
Walt Dinalko, better cross check your speed.
Waypounts ahead, contrail behind,
And you know that Citation just crossed my mind.
And you know that Citation just crossed my mind.