Our Boeing Squatch (Down in Aft Bodies)

(Verse 1)

Saw a flyer at the fair — “We’re hirin’, come on in!”

Sasquatch cleaned up best he could, gave that hairy grin.

Filled the form with a shaky hand, heart beatin’ fast and proud,

Never thought a beast like him could wear that Boeing blue somehow.

(Chorus)

He’s just findin’ his way, grindin’ day by day,

Slingin’ cleecos, pullin’ torque — yeah, earnin’ that pay.

From stompin’ in the woods to the factory floor,

He’s buildin’ header beams and chasin’ more.

Ain’t no map for a path like this — but he shows up every day,

Just a Sasquatch at Boeing, tryin’ to find his way.

(Verse 2)

Three long months in FTC, grindin’ every day,

Learned to drill and shoot rivets, torque and seal fay.

Met some folks who showed him how — even let him run the gun,

Little by little, Squatch found the work was actually pretty fun.

(Chorus)

He’s just findin’ his way, grindin’ day by day,

Slingin’ cleecos, pullin’ torque — yeah, earnin’ that pay.

From stompin’ in the woods to the factory floor,

He’s buildin’ header beams and chasin’ more.

Ain’t no map for a path like this — but he shows up every day,

Just a Sasquatch at Boeing, tryin’ to find his way.

(Verse 3)

They placed him down in Aft Bodies, where the real work gets done,

A Structures Mechanic with monster hands, and a penchant for fun.

Boss man Marc runs the show, and Go Dough leads the charge,

Taught him to take pride in every detail, whether small or large.

(Bridge)

He hit up Industrial Athlete, stretchin’ out and getting loose,

Tryin’ to limber up and learn to be, not quite so obtuse.

Now he moves a little smoother, even gets a laugh or two,

A factory full of folks who said, “Yeah, big guy — you do you.”

(Verse 4)

Now he’s jokin’ with Jamal, says he’s all about the Benjamin’s,

Dave cracks wise ‘bout Sasquatch’s feet and where the legend ends.

York’s callin’ out for a hot take, “Hey Squatch, what do ya think of Airbus?”

He hollers back with a grin “Dude, those half-assed frogs can eat us”

(Chorus)

He’s just findin’ his way, grindin’ day by day,

Slingin’ cleecos, pullin’ torque — yeah, earnin’ that pay.

From stompin’ in the woods to the factory floor,

He’s buildin’ header beams and chasin’ more.

Ain’t no map for a path like this — but he shows up every day,

Just a Sasquatch at Boeing, tryin’ to find his way.

(Breakdown – Spoken-style or half-sung with rhythm)

Marc shouts, “Where’s my Yeti?” — Go Dough laughs and points,

“He’s up on A-Deck, injection sealing some joints!”

How did our Bigfoot fit in with the crew? He fit in real damn fine.

A big ol’ Squatch with swagger and pride — fittin’ right in on the triple seven line.

(Outro)

So if you see him ‘round the line, big Squatch thing swingin’ wide,

Go on and give a nod to the legend — don’t go run and hide.

From the mountains to the factory — yeah, this bigfoot came to stay,

In an industrial world of torque and teamwork…

Our Sasquatch found his way.