He’s the golden voice that soars along with the eye in the sky

Fireball Turnbull is always ready to take off and fly

Making sure that every traffic alert, both large and minute

Is sent across the airwaves to save our commute

And when the traffic copter routes are done

You’ll find him at the racetrack with the setting sun

Calling the starting order at the dirt track

And announcing the man that hoists a victory plaque

He’s chasing his dream with undying love

Always looking down with a smile from above

We should all envy Fireball’s master plan

Because his drive and passion makes him a hell of a man

And until the day that his dreams come true

He will ride the skies watching out for me and you