From the Winch Doctor. With admiration and apologies to Dire Straits.
(sung to the tune of "Money for Nothing")

Hey, look at that, Bozo, That's the way ya do it, flying gliders in the F3B
That ain't worki'n, That's the way ya do it,
You get your moldies for nuthin' and your kits for free.

(chorus)
We get to install Multiplex servos, custom molded by CNC,
We've got to hinge these ruddervators, Get our shots to go to Turkeee.


That Glider dealer with the northeast website
yeah buddy, he owns the air
that little dealer has your next sailplane
that little dealer he's a millionaire

(chorus)
We get to travel with many big boxes, customs searching all over me
I've got to get my US passport
to let me in and out of this country


I shoulda learned to fly my glider,
I shoulda learned to move my thumbs
Lookit that final, he's got it stickin in the landing zone
he makes us look so dumb.


And what's that? Hollow molded noises?
Screamin' through the speed run, from base A to B.
Oh, that aint workin' that's the way ya do it
You get your moldies for nuthin' and your kits for free.

I want my
I want my
I want my F3B

I must fly
I must fly
I must fly F3B