Frankie Vendetti, born to be wild, A ramp agent with a rebel style.
Riding his Harley, feeling so free, With the wind in his hair, a wild spirit to see.
He moves with grace, handling the plane, Ensuring the passengers are safe, and no one is in pain.
Working hard in the early morn, He’s always ready, his uniform torn.
But when the day is done, he revs his engine loud, And takes off on his Harley, through the streets so proud.
With a roar and a roar, he speeds away, Into the sunset, until the next day.
He’s a man of adventure, and a man of thrill, With a love for the open road and a heart that’s still. Riding his Harley, he’s free from all care,
A true wild child, and a ramp agent to bear.
So here’s to Frankie Vendetti, with his Harley so fine,
A ramp agent born to be wild, and always shining.
Riding his motorcycle, he’ll always be free, With a heart of gold, and a spirit so wild, just like the sea.
