Here's my wife's side of the story. Enjoy.
"Building His Damn Europa"
(sung to "Living La Vida Loca")
My husband's not the man I married
He's off his nut, he's gone insane
To a looney bin, he should be carried
He's building his own aeroplane
I should not have ever let him
Go to Oskosh by himself
He returned, babbling 'bout homebuilts
Now our social life's on a shelf
Cherokees and Cessnas have stopped being good enough for him
After a demo flight in Lakeland made his pilot's ego swim
Now he's got the "Europa Grin"
Oh no!
Fiberglass is all that's on his mind
There are flaps behind the sofa
He 's moved the cars outside
While he's building his damn Europa
If he keeps ignoring me
I'm afraid we'll wind up on "Oprah"
He's closer to Bob, Jim, and Andy
Who keep him building his damn Europa
Building his damn Europa
Building his damn Europa
Oh no!
{Guitar solo, fade out}
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