Hear ye, hear ye. Propelling me upwards to most honored status as poster of the year and fighter
pilot most extradentary;
Oh, Halleluiah, Oh, Halleluiah
Throw a nickel on the grass–Save a fighter pilot’s ass.
Oh, Halleluiah, Oh, Halleluiah
Throw a nickel on the grass and you’ll be saved…
No more calls to Holly for kitchen clean-up. RIP old faithful companion.