What if Archer wrote this song (to the tune of "I cant drive 55") (Also assuming 125 is the crime code for what he did):
One thumb on engage and one on the abort, hey
Well, Sovals around, I can't launch, no
So I tried my best illegal launch
A big pointy ear come and crushed my groove again
Go on and write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can't fly 4 point 5, oh no, uh
One thumb on engage and one on the abort, hey
Well, Sovals around, I can't launch, no
So I tried my best illegal launch
A big pointy ear come and crushed my groove again
Go on and write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can't fly 4 point 5, oh no, uh