[Verse] In the heart of Georgia, where the frequencies hum loud, Engineers are gathering, oh, they're drawing quite a crowd. Trading tales and secrets of the airwaves we adore, At the GABCON conference, they're set to explore. [Verse 2] Microphones and mixers, they're the wizard's proud delight, Tuning in their gadgets, making sure the sound is right. With a twist and a twirl, they make the static dance away, Time to share their knowledge, it's a broadcast holiday. [Chorus] They've got the signal strong, and the vision clear, From AM to FM, spreading cheer. In the land of peaches, where the melodies don’t cease, Broadcast breezes blow, and the sound's a masterpiece. [Verse 3] Transistors and transmitters, they handle with finesse, Sessions full of laughter, they're cutting through the stress. Talk of bits and bytes, oh, it's a digital romance, These geniuses in action, make the airwaves prance. [Verse 4] From morning until twilight, they’re working hand in hand, Building brighter futures, oh, it's truly grand. With each swap of know-how, they’re reaching for the stars, Guiding all the wavelengths, like sonic avatars. [Chorus] They've got the signal strong, and the vision clear, From AM to FM, spreading cheer. In the land of peaches, where the melodies don’t cease, Broadcast breezes blow, and the sound's a masterpiece.