Funny,
the things that pop into your mind. This song, a cabdriver's lament,
was composed nearly 50 years ago and performed in the waiting area of
the taxi office. I dedicate it to the memory to all those who lost
their minds, or at least part of them, in the service of Dover Taxi
of Dover, NJ.
The
Ol' Airball Express
Forget
about 3 Summers
and
those trips to Kennedy,
I”m
sending you to Victory Gardens -
Go
pick up 303.
And,
if that ain't to your liking,
Wait
till you hear the next address.
Don't
you know you're riding
On
the ol' airball express.
Do
you remember Thursday?
You
were sitting on your mike.
I
think I heard you tell your fare
I
wasn't very bright.
There's
a good one at the station
And
a stiff down on De Pew.
It
won't be hard to figure out
Which
one I'm giving you.
(Repeat ad infinitum,
or until the police drag you away.)
