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Nobody's Nobody

Phil the Avionics Manager whose the salesman at heart

Well, out in the hangar where the planes gleam bright,
There's a man named Phil who keeps the gear tight,
Got a tool in his hand and a smile so grand,
Phil's always there to lend a helping hand.

Day and night, under that Nashville sky,
He'll make sure those birds are ready to fly,
But if you ask Phil 'bout his favorite game,
He'll start right in on tryin' to sell you a plane.

Phil, oh Phil, with your heart of gold,
Always got a story that’s never been told,
Fixing up the wings, keeping engines tame,
And with every word, trying to sell you that plane.

From the cockpit lights to the communication lines,
Phil knows his stuff, he’s more than just fine,
But don't be too surprised, anytime you meet,
He’s got that sales pitch ready, slick and neat.

So here's to Phil, the man we count on,
From morning till the last light's gone,
Though he dreams of makin' that big airplane sale,
He's the heart of this hangar, where our dreams never fail.

Phil, oh Phil, with your heart of gold,
Always got a story that’s never been told,
Fixing up the wings, keeping engines tame,
And with every word, trying to sell you that plane.

Phil, oh Phil, with your heart of gold,
Always got a story that’s never been told,
Fixing up the wings, keeping engines tame,
And with every word, trying to sell you that plane.

Nobody's Nobody

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