A Little Something I Picked Up While Traveling

This post is a bit different than anything you have found here before. I’ve been on the road (and needed a quick post for today). Thanks to Vita Corimbi, a member of Killian’s Angels and Mullaney, I’ve learned the lyrics to a traveler’s song that helps you enjoy the thrill of flying.



Here's a link to the band's website.



And a link to the video of the song being performed.



Workin’ for the TSA



Livin’ in a single wide in Georgia

My part time job was checkin’ groceries for ya

Just dealin’ with the crap that landed in my lap

Depressed, frustrated and tired of gettin’ fat!



I couldn’t seem to rise above my station

I couldn’t much afford an education

Then I watched those towers fall

Answered my country’s call

But the recruiter said, “Ma’am, you’re too old for combat!”



Well I would not be deterred

Those terrorists got me perturbed

And I knew I had to give back to my flag

I went down and I applied

On the convictions part I “may have” lied

And now I get to pilfer thru your bags



Oh I got a job, workin’ for the TSA

With a benefits package and a 401 K

Got no teeth and no integrity

Just blame Homeland Security

Cuz I got a job workin’ for the TSA



Put wallets, change and keys

In the plastic bucket please

Take off the belt around your waist

I don’t care if your pants fall

Believe me I’ve seen it all

Make sure your Prince Albert’s not in my face



Oh I got a job, workin’ for the TSA

With a benefits package and a 401 K

Quit my job at the Piggly Wiggly

Now I get to grope your jiggly’s

Cuz I got a job workin’ for the TSA



Lose your shoes, your belt, your hat

And don’t you be lookin’ at me like that

You’ll miss your flight if I get attitude

Step in here for your X-ray

Feet on diagram, hands this way

HA! Now I know just what you look like nude!



Oh I got a job, workin’ for the TSA

With a benefits package and a 401 K

My future’s lookin brighter

HEY- GIVE ME THAT LIGHTER!

Cuz I got a job workin’ for the TSA



Yes I AM airport security

Everyone’s gotta listen to me

I can give the enhanced pat down if I please

I’ll put on some Marvin Gay

And pour some chardonnay

And give YOUR benefits package an extra squeeze! (ooh, what you got in there!)



Oh I got a job, workin’ for the TSA

With a benefits package and a 401 K

Grandma’s can’t escape my charms

Their fake hips set off alarms!

Cuz I got a job workin’ for the TSA



Now thanks to that shoe bomber and his shoe

You can’t even take your water through

So dump your cokes, your Mountain Dews

Pay twice as much at Hudson News!

But that’s just what you’re gonna have to do!



Oh I got a job, workin’ for the TSA

With a benefits package and a 401 K

Well you’re a member of my church

When you get a cavity search

Cuz I got a job workin’ for the TSA