I'm just an air traffic controller
Directin' planes is mighty hard
I'm just an air traffic controller
Directin' plains is mighty hard, ain't it hard
So I likes to go downtown at night
And stroll with pleasant disregard

I was walking though an alley
And this man he say to me
I was walking though an alley
And this man he say to me
This beer glass is stuck in my hand, son
Friend, won't you help me break free?

So I put my hand around that glass
And I gave a mighty tug
Yeah I put my hand around that glass
And I gave a mighty tug
But that glass it would not move
It was plumb stuck in his hand real snug

So I got out my Mastercard
I heard it was useful for stuff as such
Oh I pulled out my Mastercard
I heard it was useful for stuff as such
And I pryed with all my manly strength
Till that glass it popped out of his clutch!

Well that man he got so happy
He started to hoot and squall
Lord that man he got so happy
He started to hoot and squall
He said I could keep that glass of Michelob
He said I could go and drink it all

Oh the next thing I knowed
The po-lice had done cuffed me
Yeah the next thing I knowed
The po-lice had done cuffed me
They said I'd stole the beer from the bar nextdoor
And I had taken it quite illegally

They brought me before that judge man
Oh that man had a heart of stone
They brought me before that judge man
Lordy he had a heart of stone
But I told him what had happened
And he told the po-lice to leave me alone

Well I'm just an air-traffic controller
And I'm not one to whine
I'm just an air-traffic controller
And you know I ain't one to whine
That's why I'll tell you right now, boys
That that beer tasted so mighty fine!
Awright!

--Mbo