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THE HOOTER SONGBOOK
Of Favorite Fighter Ballads, Love Songs, Bar Room Hymms
and Other Indispensable Memorabilia.
WARNING:
These songs are sung by those who fly and fight.
They belong to the warriors that strap metal, flame and guns
to their butts to fight for the things only free men can know.
So if you don't care for them, you do have the right to ...
FUCK OFF. But, remember, even the simplest of our rights
exist only because greater men than the candy—assed likes of
paper pushing, pencil-necked geeks have fought for them with
sweat, blood and great personal sacrifice.
"ANYTHING ELSE IS RUBIUSU"
As we stolid near ;,he n-.-gin^ rz
The walln around us are bare
As we echo our peals of laughter
It seems as though the dead are still there
Let not tears fill your eye
Here's to the dead already
And Hurrah for the next man to die
COMTENTtf mS^n^^M
Intro.........................i
Content*...................... . ii
U.S. Fighting * >s Code of Conduct..........vil
Hooter Social................. . . vili
Hooter Ops Codfeo ............. ...... Ix
Vocation 1116/1666.......'....... . . . x
Blanket Apology Letter................iri
HOOTER HOOCH FAVORITES
American Pie ........ ..... ........ 2
Aussie Love Ballad .................. 4
As I Saw Her Kneeling There.............. 6
Blow Job....................... 6
Bye Bye Yobo..................... 7
Cream, Cream, Cream ............. ..... 8
Fighting Hooters ................ ... 9
Fuck 'em in the Butt................. 10
Genslng Sunrise.................... 11
Glory Glory Hallilua................. 12
Hooter's Boys..................... 13
Hooters in the Hight................. 14
Hooters in the Sky.................. 16
House of the Rising Hooter.............. 16
I Am Eagle...................... 17
Leader ot the Four Ship . . ;............. 18
Let It Be....................... 19
Listen Hooters.................... 20
Lying Thighs ........ ............. 21
Phantom II Crewmeraber . ................ 22
Pounder's Song.................... 24
Run Around Miss Lee.................. 26
Will You Still Suck Me Tomorrow............ 26
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FROM TSfS LAND OF MORI*IMG CALM
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Beside a Korean Waterfall..............., 29
Bumpy Poads...................., .. 30
Klmpo.Blues....................... 31
Korea......................... §2
Miss Lea's Hoochie..............,.;.? **-,3$
On Top of 014 Pyongyang.............., ,j. ;34
Pusan U ....... ■................ ., ., 3&
Seoul City Sua.................... 37,
Springtime oa the Yaln................ 3Q
Strafing In i Mountain Pass .,,....,..... . 38
Strafln* Roimd the Mountain............. . 30
Taegn Girls....................... 40
To Hie Regulars . ................... 41'
FIGHTER FAVORITES
Adeline Schmidt..................... 44
Anltr <We He >d a Gang Bang).............s 46
A -10 £ong (ti& Bung In the Video)...... ..... 46
Ball*; -;*f O'Lenry............. .... 47
Bronco Bong 'Dear Mom.) ........... ., . . 4*1
fly TOe Light.........., . ......... 404
Maetfabatlon (Finlcule, Finlcula).........> . 49
Hall Brltanl*..................... 49,
I Fucked a IKiad Whore................. 60
I Lo7e Hy Wl fe........,........... 50.
Let's Have a Party.................. 51
Mary Arm Burns.........I.......... 62
My Father Wa» a Fireman . . , ............. . 62
Pubic Fairs...................... 63;;
Roll Your Lap; Over.................. S3
S&mmy S^nall...................... 56
Stn$ Us Another One Do................ 66
Sir Jasper...............;....,. 64
Sit o"3..My Fane.....,............. , 64
§w!»g Low Sw%et Chariot................ 04
The Great Fucking Wheal................ 65
The Seo'eh Wadding (Hails to Tour Partner)....... 67
There Ar* Ho Fighter Pilots.............. 69
Ton Can^.Tell a Fighter Pilot............. 71
'Wild Host Shew..................... 7'1«;
OLDIES BUT GOODIES
Air Fore* Song.................... 76
Air Force Hymn , . ................... 77
Air Force Lament................... 78
Barnacle Bill the Pilot................ BO
Battle Hymn (We Fly Our Fucking Phantoms)....... 81
Bless 'em All.......... .......... 82
fireball on the Hillside............... 83
friggin in the Rlggln' ................ 84
G Suits and Parachutes ....... ......... ^5
Ghost Fuckers in the Sky............... 88
I Wanted Wings................., , . 87
I Wanted Wings (Thud Version)............. 89
I'd Rather be an F-4 Jock............... 91
Iri Flight Refueling .................. 92
It's a Lie (Blue Fox Lament).............. 94
Itazuke Tower..................... 96
Just Give Me Operations........ . . ,..... 97
Mach Riders in the Sky................ 100
My F-106....................... 101
My Way........................102
Kampala Sticks to Kids................. 103
O'Leary's Bar ........... .......... 10B
On Top of the Pop Up................. 108
160 VC In The Open.................. 107
Plcadilly....................... 108
Please Don't Burn the Shithouse Down......... 10B
The Handsome Young Airman ............... 109
The Little Brown Mouse ................ 109
The MIG-21...................... 110
The Thanh Hoa Bridge................. 112
Throw a Nlckle on the Grass.............. 114
Red River Rats .................... 117
Rfed River Valley................... 119
Sammy Small (SEA Style)................ 121
Sixteen Timer ,.................. 122
Shit Hot From Korat.................. 123
Son of Satan's Angels................. 124
Strafe The Town and Kill The People.......... 128
Stand to Your Glasses................. 127
Tales That I Can Tell................. 128
Tchepone....................... 129
Waltzing Matilda................... 132
Whiffenpoof Song ,.,,,.. ..... ....... 133
Yellow Rose of Texas .......... ....... 133
Wlngmans Lament ....,...,...„..,.... 134
,: -:.l DIRTY ui. mMS
Angelas Pom~Pom Song.................137
A Babbling Brook ................... 139 y
Bang Bang Lulu....................139
Bye Bye Cherry....................140 ,
Columbo........;...............141
Do Your Balls Hang Low................142
Horse Shit..................... . 143
I Used to Work In Chicago............... 144
I Want to Play Piano In a Whore House .... ..... 146
Ivan Shavlnski Skavar ................. 147
Kotex Song......................148 -
My Grandfather's Cock.................149
My Husband*a a Colonal . . ..... ......... 150
Mallle Darling.................... 161
No Balls at All....................161
Ring Rang Doo .................... .162
Roll Ma Over In the Clover............. . 163
Sally In the Allay..................163
Scrotum......................Y . 164
The Ball (The Death of 69,000)............. 165
The Ballad of Lnpe..................167
The Highland Tinker................. . 168
The Little Bird....................160
These Things Remind Me of You............. 160
Three Whores From Canada Junction ........... 161
Who's That Knocking at My Door?........ . . , . 162v
Woodpecker Song ............... ..... 163
Would You Like to Sit on My Face?.......... ., 16a ^
HOLIDAY BOMB
A Christmas Song ........... ........ 166
#1 Christmas Song ........ ........... 166
Dashing Through the Sky................ 167
Jingle Bells ..................... 168
Joy to the World................... 168
Ode to a Great Fuckln' SAR Effort.....,..... 169
Oh Little Town of Ho-Chl-Mln ............. 170
Twelve Days of Combat................. 170
The Twelve Days of Christmas............. 171
Uncle John and Auntie Mabel .............. 171
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A Toast to :?r-'--- . ... .'............ 173
* Fighter Pilot'** Toast ..',.'.;.'.'......... 173
Hefe'a to Mag ........ ............. 173
Toast To Those That Fly................ 173
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Blow Pong ...'...♦*.....,..,..,.,.... 176
Bowling For Beer ................... 176
Cn*l.................."......... m
Deceased Insect .*.>.,.,>..,♦....,.., 178
Dollar Bill Gam§ .'.,...,*....,....,. 179
4, B., 8 .«......,,.....,,... 4 .... 180
Liarfa Diet .,...,...,, ts 1B1
Majorca 21 Acres .......... . . 182
tweRfxj Ofl# ^n#i# ,.,...■........,,.,** 182
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ONE LINERS
Fighter Pilot Brevity Codes .............. 186
Fighter Pilot One Liners.............. . 187
Acknowledgements ................... 191
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U.S. FIGHTING MAN'S CODE OF CONDUCT1
Dedicated to All Our American POW's
1 am an American fighting man.
I servo in the forces which guard my country and our way of life.
I am prepared to give my life in its defense.
I will ne< er surrender of my own free will.
if in command, I will never surrender my men while they &till hafve ttte
means to resist
If I am captured, I will continue to resist, by all means available:1 •$
will make every effort to escape and aid others to escape.
I will accept neither parole or special favors from the enemy.
If I become a FOW, I will give no information nor take part M airy "Action
which might be harmful to my comrades,
If I arc senior, I will take command. If not, I will obey the lawful
orders of those appointed over me.
When questioned, should I become a FOW, I am required to give name, rank,
serial number smd date of birth.
I will ^ ade ariuwering farther questions to the ufcme*', of my ability.
I will tt-T.ke no oral or written statements disloyal u * y country and its
allies or harmful to the»r cau.se.
I will n?ver forget that I am an American fighting man, responsible for
my actions, anl dedicated to the principles which made my country-free.
1 will trust in my God and the United States of America.
HOOTER SOCIAL ROE
1. Weather will not be a factor.
2. Fighters will attack rear quadrants whenever possible.
3. Visual set-ups may be orchestrated without regard to tally—ho.
4. Front quarter face shots are not allowed outside 12" to insure minimum
dispersion.
B. Begin pure pursul Love Muscle attacks "inside" to prevent premature
firing (ie. air bursts).
6. Attackers converging on virgins will not maneuver to lose sight.
7. ^in>Kafe Seperation is the responsibility of the attacker and defender,
and will be minimized. (In the PI, the one condom rule is in effect.)
8. Negative waves are prohibited.
9. Approaching HEAD—ON: Hold your course, Ho High — Go High!
10. Fun Rule: An attacker losing sight must maneuver immediately so as to
; pu^ pursuit the defender's strongest heat source. (Usually a player
when the lights go out.)
11. Terminate attacks/engagements when:
a. SA is lost.
b. Dangerous situation is developing (faulty condoms, irate mamasans,
early briefs).
c. Min or Max ranges are approached (establish your own personal
parameters),
d. Communication failure (check for drunkeness).
e. Bingo is reached (semen, condoms, Won/Pesos, Dirt/San Miguel),
f. ■ Unbriefed or undiagnosed strains that enter the area are a factor.
g. Desiered ejaculation is acheived or becomes unobtainable.
12. Single Ship Ops are not authorized. Formation integrity is paramount,
always strive to maintain a line on her breast.
HOOTER OPS CODES
MOPP
LEVEL 0 MOPP LEVEL 1 MOPP LEVEL 2 MOPP LEVEL 3
MOPP iMtL 4
Pre~GU k
Green Bean
Repeated
Post-
Green Bean k Vllle Run
Name Ceremony Training
Fire Empire, No HO, Ready
Cope Thunder for Roiind-eye
k PI Training Brown Beaii
1. GREEN Unrestricted Opa. Cleared Hot! (Night of Badness part _.)
2. YELLOW Restricted Ops. Apply during duty hours.
Hooter standard partying at the hooch and downtown.
3. RED Under repercussions from Code Green Ops.
Haircuts mandatory. Patch batteries will be fully charged.
4. BLUE
Like Red, only its just testing the water.
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VOCATION ...1115/1555
. % jThe average Fighter Pilot/Gator is one part lover and two
pkttk tiiger, with a dash of Sangfroid, a dollop of Joise de Vivre
and a^ hunk of Weltschmerz thrown in for good measure. He lives
\yith ^perpetually irritated bump on the bridge of his nose where
his oxy^n mfrsk tubs, is slightly deaf from listening to loud
e|iginefc!ahd radios all,his life, has low blood pressure and an
evert ioWejr piilse rate, is uncomfortable on the ground in anything
pui ^liklit fitting * phone booth or sports car, has trigger
teftexe^, eyeballs/ pn the back of his hard hat, broad peripheral
vision; a rock \likte bottom, and extremely articulate hands (with
which Mj demonstrates innumerable combat maneuvers each day —
het^vejen;cigars). He also has the habit of looking at his
;flngerjria|ls often to see if they are turning blue (the basis of
high-1 altitude oxygei; management).
, lip belives passionately that the only degree worth having is
a Pjir.I^. in flyology, and is just as firmly convinced that the
\^orl*d is three drinks behind and that there would be no more wars
if! pedple would only catch up. Many think that he is to be
replace^ by some sort of flying UNIVAC, but to this he replies:
"Where else can you find another non-linear servomechanism
weiglnjLrjg p^ily 160 pounds and having such unusual adaptability that
can. be produced so cheaply by unskilled labor?"
;>■' When* he eventually spins in and 'Buys the Farm', he wants to
do it with his boots on (Wellingtons, modified with zippers and a
Buck survival knife straped on the side) and live forevermore in a
land populated by blonds . . . "Where whiskey flows from telegraph
poles, and there's poker every night."
OR n^Kfflt
JKi>.
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DEPARTMENT OF THE AIR PARSE
497th Tactical Fighter Wing (PACAF)
APO San Francisco 96213
497 TFS/Squadron Apology Officer (SAO)
Blanket Apology Letter
IN TURN
i. The members of the 497th Tactical Fighter Squadron apologize
for the following reasons:
C ) Missing CWD Refresher Training.
< ) Missing CBPO Records Review.
( ) Missed Dental/Medical/Shots Appointment.
< ) Missed Social Disease Clinic Appontment.
( > For providing Social Actions with reason to have a Job.
( > Not giving up the Softball field to shoeclerks.
< ) Not wearing flight cap while walking from car to mailroom.
( ) Scuffing up the new shinny paint job on the jets
( ) For burning Top Raraen in building 901.
< ) For putting a hole in the roof of the _____________ club.
( ) For pissing off the Mamasan at the______________ club.
( ) For throwing 10 Won pieces at busses and taxis.
( > For driving my car into the side of the Hooch.
( > For waking up certain Colonels with loud stereo music.
( ) For pissing off the Security Police for ____________ again.
( ) For giving Colonel___________shit, just cause he's a dick.
( ) For derailing kiddie trains in Pusan.
< ) For starting a fight at the_______________, just for fun.
( ) For zapping the Wing Commanders____________.
< > For breaking Dirt glasses after drinking our toast.
( > For being loud and obnoxious at the Base Theater.
< ) For singing our songs and stealing your women.
2. Please accept this letter not as an admission of guilt, but
rather as another fucking piece of paper for your filing empire.
Signed,
HOOTER, 497th TFS
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HOOTCH FAVORITES
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AMERICAN PIE
(To the time of: American Pie by Don McLean)
A long long time ago,
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.
I knew if I had a chance,
I could make those people dance and they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver*
Bad news on the doorstep. I couldn't take one more slap.
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed'bride.
Something touched me deep inside, the day the music died.
CHORUS; So bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Phantom to the FEB A but the FEBA was dry.
And good ol* Hooters were drinking Soju and Dirt, singing,^
"This will be the day that I die." (BULL SHIT!)
•This will be the day that I die!" (FUCKIN*- A!)
Did ya write the mode II on your glove
And do you have faith in God above, if Command Post tells you so?
Do you believe in rock and roll,
Can music save your mortaled soul,
And can you teach me how to drink real slow? (HELL NO!)
Well I know that you're in love with him,
Cause f saw you fighting in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes,
and I dig those rythmic blues
I was a lonely carnage broncin* buck
With a pink carnation and an ol* SOF truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died, I started singing,
___V„^«~J£&
CHORUS: ^ffA^i>^ ^^^^^SSBBsh^
Now for ten years, we've been on our own,
Hooters at our own home drone.
But, that's not how it used to be. ^
When the CC sang for Colonel and Queen,
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean,
In a voice that came from you and me.
Oh, and while Colonel was looking down,
The CC stole his thorny crown,
The courtroom was adjourned, Nobody quite returned.
And while Lenin read a book on Marx,
The Base Hep practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark,
The Day the music died. We were singing, (Cont'd)
2
CHORUS:
Helter skelter, endless summer swelter,
The birds flew off with the Papa shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast...,
A« it landed foul on *he grass
the Hooters tried for a forward pass
put the jester's on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance, Oh, but we never quite
Cause Base CE tried to take the field,
But the marching band refused to yield.
Do you jpeeall what was revealed
The dayi tfcermusk died. We started singing,
CHORUS: -
Oh, in there we were all in one base, «
A squadron sh»t down in place,
With no time left to start again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack flash sat on a candle stick,
Cause, fire is the devils only friend.
And as I watched him on the stage,
My hands were clenched in fists of rage,
No angel born in hell, Could break that satan's spell.
As the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite, I saw satan laughing with delight,
The, day the music died. He was singing,
CHORUS:
I met a girl who sang the blues,
And I asked her for some happy news,
She just smiled and turned away. (YOU BITCH!)
I went down to the sacred store,
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.
In the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed.
Not a word was spoken, The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I adnaire most,
The father, son and the holy ghost,
They caught the last U>Jn for the coast,
The day the music dkd. And they we're singing,
CHORUS: (Repeat twice) HOOTERS Jll
go* vue cuauce
AUSSSIE LOVE BALLAD
Blown too much of me time buyin' dinner and wine
And me money on /lowers and lollies
Only to find what's on my mind isn't on hers and she's
So I've made up some lines to save wasted time
And keep me from blow in' me brass
Uh I'm ever so cool
1 just plop on the stool right next to her and I ask
CHORUS: ]. Do you fuck on first dates?
2. Does your dad own a brewery?
3. Could 1 feel your tits?
4. Or would yon show 'em to me?
Qua, you got a nice skull
And you look pretty honest
So my face'll be leaving in a quarter of an hour
I'd like you to be on it
You know how it feels when you first meet a sheila
And the bullshit ya gotta go through
Like Citliin' her up and tellin' her ya love her
When all that you'd love is just ta screw
But she wants ta hold hands and you ta meet her old n
And sit around for hours and talk
But me new method is you just cut through the shit
And get down to the goodie straight off
CHORUS: 1-4 plus
Do you sleep in the nick?
Do you give skull very often?
If we can decide your place or mine — We can fuck often
So the next time ya see a good look'n sheila
And you'd give a week's pay ta hold her
Don't sit act in' dumb
Just run her full on
And drop a few lines that I taught ya
This new method of mine might not work every time
But then again uo method will
I've been spat at and slapped and kneed in the -n ackers
But then 1 got a fox as well
CHORUS: 1-4 plus
If the answer is no
To me questions above
Then be a good sport and give me the name of t girlfriend who does
M
AS I SAW HER KNEELING THERE
(To the tune: As I Saw Her Standing There)
Well she was just fourteen or thirteen
Arid you know what I mean
And the way she looked
Was way beyond her age
Well I'll never be sucked by another
(Wooo) as I saw her kneeling there
Well, she looked at me
And I, I could see
That before too long
I'd have her on her knees
Well I'll never be sucked by another
(Wooo) since I saw her kneeling there
Well my balls went boom
When she crossed that room
And she pressed her lips to my Yee—ee
Well she sucked me all night
And she held my balls so tight
And before too long I came into her hair
Well, I'll never be sucked by another
As I £ 3 w her kneeling there *
Oh, as I felt her kneeding hands
Well, as I saw her kneeling there
Words by: T. K. Woods
5
BLOW JO I)
(To the tune of: Blue Moon)
CHORUS:
Bop cli Bop Bop a
Dang de Dang Dang
Ding a Dong Ding
Blow Job ......
You leave me gasping for air
(gasping for air)
Pd like to cum in mid air
(cum in mid air)
And rub it into your hair
Pd
like to give you repast
(give you repast)
You'd suck a fart from my ass
(fart from my ass)
- YouVe got so God damned much class
(Got so much class)
When you put your lips to my sweet penis.
Pd like to get something stiff between us,
You make me dream of passionate Venus,
And the way you grease up your anus....'
CHORUS:
Bop di Bop Bop a
Dang de Dang Dang
Ding a Dong Ding
Blooow Job ...... Words by: Rocky Farry
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BYE BYE YOBO
(To the Tune: Bye Bye Love)
CHORUS: Bye, Bye Love
Bye, Bye kimchi breath
Hello harry palms
I think I'm gonna puke, I think I'm gonna puke
There goes my yobo, with someone new
She sure looks happy, my balls are blue
SEe was my yobo, till he stepped in
Goodbye to blow jobs that might have been
CHORUS:
I'm free from yobos, I'm through with you
And here's my reason, Crown and Soju
I just will sit here pounding my pud
I try to jerk off, but it's a dud
CHORUS:
CREAM CREAM ("REAM
(To the tune of : Dream Dream Dream)
Creeeem, Cream, Cream, Cream. Creeeem, Cream, Cream, Cream
When I want you, in the night
When I want you, to hold roe tight
Whenever 1 have you all I want to do
Is Creeeem, Cream, Cream, Cream. Creeeem, Cream, Cream, Cream
When I want you in the night
My balls are blue
Cause you're so tight
When ever T have you, all I want to do
Is Creeeem, Cream
I can make you mine
In a sixty—nine
Anytime, night or day
The only trouble is, Gee Wiz
Frti throwing my paycheck away
I need you so, or I could die
1 want you so, and that is why
Whenever I have you all I want to do
Is Creeeem, Cream, Cream, Cream, Creeeem, Cream, Cream, Cream
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FIGHTING HOOTERS
(To the tune of: Mr, Bojangles)
I know a band of Hooters and they'll fight for you
In worn out jets.
Sparrows, and Heaters, we'll kill for you
Just place your bets.
We fly so high, fly so high,
''Then we gently touch down.
____ wake up, we're all signed out, how 'bout some jets
"Standby Sir."
We got our jets, and poopy suits, where's ad ash i?
Now Gunner's pissed.
The driver's here, driver's here
Let's step to our jets.
CHORUS: Fighting Hooters
Fighting Hooters
Fighting Hooters, Fly.....
Standby for time hack check, with three and four
But where is two?
His intercomrn has something wrong, the red balls there
We'll give him a few.
We got our checks, got our checks.
Then we quickly (fuckin') take off.
Reno two, they're on the nose for twenty miles
At eighteen thou.
Tally-ho, and bandit call, Fox l's away
That's two more down!
It's Miller time, Miller time,
Let's Skull for the Hootch.
CHORUS: Fighting Hooters
Fighting Hooters
Fighting Hooters, Fly.....
T
FUCK >EM IN THE BUTT
Fuck 'em hi the butt, Fuck 'em in the butt, Fuck 'em in the butt
We'd like to fuck the shit out of you
WeYi like to fuck the shit out of you
We'd like to fuck the shit out of you
We'd like to fuck the shit out of you
Please put my gland in your hand
Please put my gland in your hand
Please put my gland in your hand
Please put my gland'in your hand
Babe, won't you give me some head
Babe, won't you give me some head
Babe, won't you give me some head
Babe, won't you give me some head
We like to eat lunch down at the Y
We like to eat lunch down at the Y
We like to eat lunch down at the Y
... Why? Because we love you!
(Hi, Pm Belimouth and these are the Intakes.
We,ve really enjoyed doing our show for you tonight.
We'd just like to say to all you Aggressor wives out there
who are looking for some real men; and especially to all you
(Jlark nurses...)
We'd like to fuck the shit out of you
We'd like to fuck the shit out of you
We'd like to fuck the shit out of you
We'd like to fuck the shit out of you
Fuck 'em in the butt, Fuck 'em in the butt, Fuck 'em in the butt
Hooters!
Written by: David Allen Coe
Adapted by: Belimouth and the Intakes
10
Cl!>hA,:'iQ SUNRISE
('June: TcquiiJa Sunrise)
Just another Ginseng sunrise By: T. K. Woods <fc
Moving Slowly 'cross the sky Garrett Lacy
A ho by my side
Landed my phantom last night
Went to the Hootch to feel all right
and it lasted all night
Every Friday when the sun goes down
Beer after beer the Hooters pound
Then they gather up to drink dirt downtown
Had a party at the hootch last night
A few of the Hooters got too Goddamned tied
And went outside
But they didn't get too far
Turned over -Geezer's car and hid
Behind;7the bar
But Pok6y chased the cops away
His silver tounge saved the day
He said: "Boys this Hootch is here to stay
The call came to hit the Ville
Drink walls of Dirt until you feel the chill
Now, there's a thrill
The Gornen it rnakea you firm
Makes a big , d cock from a tiny worm
Makes the young ho's all squirm
But that Dirt softens your brain
You drop your cash like you're goin' insane
You wanna fuck all night like a damn freight train
(Then it's...)
Just another Ginseng sunrise
Moving slowly 'cross the sky
A ho by your side
Just another Ginseng sunrise
You spent your cash and now you've got a rash
That's from her gash
... Just another Ginseng sunrise
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GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH
The Counts came to Tae^u one cold and windy day
They brought their jets, their bag of clues, .said boys *e here to play
The Hooters they just laughed at them, and spit into their eye
The Comers they just turned away, said boys you're gonna die
CHORUS
They took off on the first day to fly a Four—Vs—Three
The Hooters boys they ma.de some noise but not with VIDs
And when the dust had settled and they took the final score
The count was Rhinos zero — the Gomel s ass holed four
CHORUS
On day two thinjs were different, the Hooters had respect
They brielVd a play — It sounded grand — They knew it was perfect
But what they didn't realize was Comers always cheat
They looked at Boozer's line up card, and beat some hooter meat
CHORUS
On day three the Hooters briefed today those commies die
We'll hit the merge, we wont get slow, we'll let those sparrows fly
But when those rhinos tried to lock, they started feeling sick
The V sob C turned to chaff and crickets turned to six
CHORUS
So listen to us hooters, and listen to us well
If you figh; the commies on their terms they'll blow you all to hell
But if yoi. make them come to you, and fight them Hooter style
Johnny Rotten will watch over you — and the Rhino God will smile
CHORUS
HOOTER'S BOYS
(To the tune of: Poncho and Lefty, by M, Haggard k. W, Nelson)
Live'h the air we said
Gonna make us free and lean
Now our eyes arr hard as iron
Wings upon our chest do gleam
Fighting hard and flying low
Anywhere we're sure to go
We don't think that we will die
They say it's our foolish pride
CHORUS: Yes, we are all Hooter's boys
Jets as fast as polished steel
War machines strapped to our backs
For all the fucking (commie) world to fear
Some have met their match you know
Bandits, flack and SA-2's
Nobody heard their dying words
Ahh but, tliat's the way it goes
Poets tell how the phantom flew
105'S . . . Linebacker 2
Jungles quiet, the wind is cold
Carries the names of fallen bold
They all need your prayers it's true
Save some for me and you
We will do what we have to do
Before we all grow too old
Originally written as Gunner's Boys, by Rocky Farry, Taegu
This song is official y retired as Hooter's Boys.
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HOOTERS IN THE NIGiir
(To the tune: Stranger's in the Night)
Fox—1 in the face, you never saw it
Fox—1 in the face, you really bought it
At the merge today
We blew your shit away
Then we came back 'round
You had no SA
GCI was down, we came back to play
Aim—9's and gun shots
We finished all the rest
Hooters from the GU
Heros for hire
Hooters from the GU
That's what we're paid to do
But when the sun goes down
We'll all be downtown
Drinking with your wives and girlfriends
While you mend your little egos
Next time that we meet
There'll be no question
Who'll you have to beat
In any action
No one FUCKS or FIGHTS
Like Hooters in the night!
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I HOOTERS IN THE SKY
1 (To the tune of; Ghost Riders in the Sky)
if The Hooters came to -Thunder, in lUnnos two by two
I They're here to kick some Cornet ass, and beat them bkek and blue
m We don't have Mikes or Umas, and our radars they are old
■ But when the dust all n.-tles, the story will be told
1 CHORUS: Rhinos away, Rhinos away, Hooters in the sky
• I They took off in the morning calm, their engines pouring smoke
*1 They met the gomers beak to beak, and said let's go for brolo
m They wrapped it up, they spit them out, they let their missies fly
I The Gomers only recourse, was to kill remove and die
1 The Gomers landed back at Clark, they bitched they moaned they cursed
I They said that we had cheated, their egos had been burst
» But when the debrief ended, and all was said and done
I The Rhinos really kicked some ass and hadn't lost a one
I CHORUS:
*■ The moral of the story, you Corners have to learn
I When you mess with Rhinos, you're surely gonna burn
*■ *And painting ffGUM upon your tails, just gave your jets some class
1 And if you do not like it, then you can kiss our ass!
I CHORUS
*And stealing Johny Rotten, just makes us Hooters mean
And when you make a Rhino mad, he's one bad ass machine
HOUSE OF THE RISING HOOTER
(To the tune: House of the Rising Sun)
There is a ville in Taegu
We run it most every night
It's been the ruin of many a poor GIB
And God I know, I'm one
It happened on my green bean tour
They fed me dirt and soju
The guys all said the Tiger's clean
But now when I piss, I scream
Oh Flense Doc, help your Hooters
Give them shots and pills and drugs
Cause those rubbers you give us, they all break
And we get the burning crud
So oV Metz, tell your VVSOs
Not to do what I have done
Don't spend the night with the brown eyed delight
In the land of the morning calm
There is a ville in Taegu
We run most every night
.It's beon the ruin of many a poor GIB
And God I know, I'm one
Lyrics by: Gopher, R-Min, and Chuckles
I AM EAGLE
(To the tune of: I Am Woman)
I am eagle, hear me roar,
I am too big to ignore.
Paint me little, paint me tiny, paint me small.
I can sort and pick and choose,
Biit somehow I always lose.
I guess it's cause I've got no clue at all.
But they said in UPT that the Eagle was for me;
But my radar just went tits,
Oh My God ain't this the shits.
Pve got Phantoms and Aggressors on my tail.
CHORUS:
Yes, I am wise but it's feeling from the
Yes, Pve paid the price but look at wha
If I had to, I can do anything,
I am large, I am invincible, I am Eagle,
Watch me die.
As I fly the speed of light,
Blowing both ways thru the fight,
I know that auto-guns won't let me do^
But I've got no Tally-Ho,
And I don't know which wray to go,
So I guess it's time to slow this mother
But you never really know,
Just which wry the flames will go,
when both trollies are placed up against
So I lie here on my back,
With my engines rolling back,
When my GCI controller says - ATOM
pain.
t I've gained.
n.
down,
the wail
CHORUS:
LEADER OF THE FOUR Silii
(To the tune of: Leader of the Pack)
Is she really going out with him? There she is let's ask her.
Is that f_______'s bat you're holding? Mmminmm Mmmmm
Gee it must be great flying with him.
Is he picking you up at the Friendship Club tonight?
By the way, where did you meet him?
I met him at the Hooter Hootch.
He turned around and smiled at me.
(You get the picture? Yes, we do.)
That's when I fell for the Leader of the Four Ship.
His wingrnen are always getting shot DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.
Cause he came from the recce side of town, RECCE SIDE of TOWN.
They toid me he liked real dogs,
Hanging around with all the Hogs.
That's why I fell for the Leader of the Four Ship.
I had to tell him that we were THROUGH, THROUGH, THROUGH.
Didn't like him eating me out with a CHEW, CHEW, CHEW.
lie stood and asked me why,
Why we had to say goodbye.
I'M sorry I hurt you the Leader of the Four Ship.
His backseater walks around feeling BLUE, BLUE, BLUE.
Wondering why he's always getting FOX-2T), 2'D, 2T).
He doesn't have a shot at me,
He says as they call FOX- 3.
That's when I fell for the Leader of the Four Suip.
a»- • /'-^ \T^ * Originally written for 2-DOGS
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LET IT BE
(To the tune; Let It Be)
When I find myself in tiroes of trouble
The .flight surgeon comforts me
Speaking words of wisdom
"Let H be,"
Don'* hrciatch it, it might spread around
Do not touch it, it might fall off
Just use this magic lotion and
HLet It be."
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
In our hours of darkness
You can find the Hooter's in the Ville
Drinking Dirt and Mekju
Let it be
If the Shoebox is empty
And we're not down at the Friendship Club
The party's at the Hootch, boys
Let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
I wake up to Korean music
playing on the radio
And some ugly Ho laying next to me
Let her be
But I remind myself of the price I paid
And I tell myself to wake her up
Babe, lets get it on now
Let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Words by: T. K. Woods
VI
LISTEN HOOTER'S
(To the tune of: One Tin Soldier)
Listen Hooter's to a story that waa written long ago ,
'Jiout the Night Owls up in Thailand ;
And the missions that they flew ; /
Fragged to go up north to Hanoi
In the darkness they did fly .A,
Drop their napalm on the convoys
Watch those commies scream and die
CHORUS: Go ahead and strafe a commie
Go ahead and waste a Red
Do it in the name of freedom
You can stack 'em up when their dead
There won't be any commies breathin'
Gome the judgement day
On the bloody morning after ...
One more Corner died today
Now the Hooters fly from Taegu
Fighting in their F~4Es
Lead the Juvats to their targets, up above the DMZ
Armed with Sparrows, Heaters ready,
Kim II Sung knows we're the best
And if you really doubt us asshole
Come on down and press to testl
CHORUS:
Words by Bellmouth and the Intakes,
Taegu, 31 Aug 84
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LYING THIGHS
(To the tune: Lying Eyes)
Taegu girls just seem to find out early
How to open jeans with just a smile
A rich GI and she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in silk and go in style
Late at night, the Taegu ville gets lonely
I guess every Ho in the Friendship has her price
It breaks her heart to think her love is only
Given to a man who wants some head with ice
So she tells him she must go out for another
To comfort an old Hooter who's feeling down
But he knows where she's going when she's leaving
She's headed for the Walker side of town
CHORUS: You can't hide those lying thighs
And those crabs are in disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide those lying thighs
On the Walker side of town a GI's waiting
With a bad disease that even she can't see
She fucks him through the night anticipating
That he'll quickly cum so she can skull for home
She rushes back for quickies with all the Hooters
She whispers that it's only for a "short time"
She means she caught nothing from Camp Walker
She gives him head and leaves him with a smile
CHORUS:
Words by: Medley LaMar
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4IANT0M II OREWMEMBER
(As Sung in the Video)
SPOKEN: Yeah, I fly jets... ■'. J'.
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I fly the MeDonnel Douglas F-4 Phantormll /, .., . ,
Oh, I can do Maverick,
And out-Spike you.
, t , ^; ,
1 turn on my radar,
For my Sparrow II.
...,
Just keep up your turn,
I'm closin' fer guns;
.
But on my way I think I'll stuff a heater up your butt;
CHORUS;
..:.. >;. ,
Cause I'm a, a Phantom II crewmember, a Phantom II crewmember —
MeDonnel Douglas Phantom II All-Weather Supfrsonic Fighter Bomber;
Mostly Bomber . . .
i can drop CBU,
And shoot the gun.
I used to do napalm,
Boy was that fun . . .
With Mark-82, You know Pm the boss,
Cause Pm so serious about Dive Toss.
CHORUS:
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Fly day and night,
Over land or sea.
I cross the atlantic,
In 9.3.
I gotta take a leak
But what'11 1 do?
1 can't find my noodle down inside my poopy suit;
OHOUHS;
I walk in the squadron;
I seem really steamed.
* I'm looking for trouble;
It's just what it seems.
Get away from that duty desk!
And hide all the girls.
In my vocabulary Mother's just a half a word.
CHORUS:
SPOKEN: Look at those Lieutenants tremble...
Look at the red faces on those Majors over there.
I like it best when the O—6's cross to the
OTHER side of the street.
CHORUS:
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i^./U.Ni)Eifb SONG
Walked into finance, wanna get paid
Gotta come back another day
Paragraph D, has to be signed
That's extension x45l9
But don't get us wrong, they're not all bad
By tiie governemt system, you're bound to be had
lull out the papers two or three times
The energy we waste is a goddamned crime
CHORUS: That's the way when you're on the' ground
You work half a day, then you fuck around
It's happened at the GU, take a look around
That's the way the grounders pound
Walked into C- BO the other day
Fucked up my orders, it's the standard way
They would not listen to what I say
The sergeant was on the rag that day
Boo Boo please help, we need your aid
We know you work harder than you're paid
But some of the clerks, haven't a clue
And we talk until our balls turn blue
CHORUS
Walked in supply the other day
Needed a parka in the very worst way
Take a number, stand in line
Just pissin' away our government's time
Finally my turn, gave 'em my papers
Said we're all out maybe later
But it on order, you'll get it in time
Probably in June of eighty-nine
CHORUS
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RUN AROUND MISS LEE
(to the tune of: Run Around Sue)
Here's my story it's sad but true . . . Oooo . , . Oooo
About a whore that I once knew . . . Oooo . , , Oooo
Marnasan said she was clean
But now my hog is turning green
CHORUS: I said a hey hey, bomba de da de hey hey,
bomba de da de hey you Ho you,
bomba de da de hay you Ho you,
aahhh ..........
This morning I saw Wild Bill the Doc
In my hand waa my once mighty cock
Oh please, Doc say it's not too late
He smiled and said "We'll have to amputate!"
CHORUS: '
I couldn't believe that it was true
I knew the Doc could make me good as new
The Doc took one look at me
"Does it hurt when you try to pee?"
CHORUS:
The moral of this story from a Hooter who knows
I should have found a whore who blows
But even that might leave some scars
And I could end up like fucking Lar's
CHORUS: . . . HOOTERS!
Words by: Bellmouth and the Intakes
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SAVn, A FIGHTER PILOT'S ASS
1 was cruisin' o'er Sorak doin* six and twenty—four
When a call came from tie Major, Oh won't you save me Sir,
Got three flak holes in my wingtips and my tanks ain't got no gas
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, I've got six MiGs on my ass!
CHORUS: Oh Hallelujah, Oh Hallelujah
Tiirow a nickle on the grass
Save a fighter pilot's ass
Oh Hallelujah, Oh Hallelujah
Throw a uicklo *,ai the &r:iss
And youil be saved!
1 shot my traffic pattern and to me it looked alright
The airspeed read one—thirty, I realy racked it tight
The airframe gave a shudder, the engine gave a wheeze
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Spin instructions please
Strafiii* on the panel, I got too goddamned low
Squeezed that bloody trigger and watched those tracers go
Sucked the stick back and fast as blazes, she hit a high—speed stall
Now 1 won't see my mother when the work's all done this fall!
They sent me down Pun—Yang, the brief said no ack-ack
By the time 1 arrived there my wings were mostly flak
My engine coughed and sputtered, it was too cut up to fly
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, I'm too young to die!
I puched out from the Phantom, the landing came out fine
With my E and E equipment, I made for our front line
When I opened up my ration, to see what was in it
The goddamned supply sergeant had filled the tins with shit!
I started in to buzz, I thought that I was clear
But when I clipped the flagpole, I knew the end was near
1 met the flying board, and they gave me the works
Glory Hallelujah, what a bunch of jerks!
Fouled up my crosswind landing, my left wing touched th? ground
Got a call from mobile, "Pull up and go around!M
I racked that Phantom in the air a dozen feet or so
The bastard snapped, Pm on my back, I'm feelin' mighty low
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WILL YOU SUCK ME TOMMOROW
(To the Tune: Will You Love Me Tommorow)
Tonight you're mine completely
I got you're love so cheaply
Tonight the light of twenty's in your eyes
But will you suck me tommorow
Is this my last road trip
Or just a moment's pleasure
Can I believe the magic of your thighs
Will you still suck me tommorow
Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one
But will my cock be broken
When the night meets the morning sun
I'd like to know that your lips
Are lips I can be sure of
So tell me now and I won't ask again
Will you still suck me tommorow
Will you still suck me tommorow
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From the Land of
MORNING CALM
THIS IS THE 8£ST
TIME- OF HAY...
«I6MT ©£P..RE THE
KIMCHI H1T3 THE FANl.'
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BESIDE A KOREAN WATERFALL
(Time: Bell Bottom Trousers)
BesicL a Korean Waterfall
One bright and sunny day
Beside his shattered sabre—jet
A young pursuiter lay
His parachute hung from a nearby tree
He was not yet quite dead
So listen to the last words
The young pursuiter said;
I'm going to a better land
A better land, that's right
Where whiskey flows from telegraph poles
Thei >Vi jx>ker every night
Ther« isn't anything to do
But sit around and sing
The crew chiefs will be women
Oh death, where is thy sting
Oh death where is thy sting, ting—a—ling
Oh death where is thy sting, ting—a—ling
The bells in hell will ring, ting—a—ling
For you , . . but not for me
Oh, ring-a-Ung-a-ling-ling
Blow H out your tailpipe
Oh, ring-a—ling—a-ling—ling
Blow it out your tailpipe
Oh, ring-a-ling-a-ling—ling
Better days are coming by and by
ALTERNATE VERSION
Beside a Loation jungle trail
One Bright and sunny day
Beside his shattered Thunderchief
A young thud driver lay
His parachute hung from a tree
He was not yet quite dead
So listen to the very last words
This >oung Thud driver said:
I'm going to ...,etc.
5*5
.. ,:.OA»S
(Tune: Country Roads by John Denver)
Almost hell, South Korea
Imjin river, Uijonbu valley
Whores are old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Loaded with disease
CHORUS: Bumpy roads, take me home
From a place I don't belong
South Korea, Gonorrhea
Take me home bumpy roads
I hear her voice, from an alley way she calls me
Her face reminds me of a whore that I once laid
While riding in a Kimchee cab
I feel as though I should have DEROSed
Yesterday, Yesterday
CHORUS:
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KIMPO BLUES
(Tune: A little bit of heaven fell..)
Oh, a little bit of shit fell clown
Out of the sky one day
And it landed in the Chosin
Oh, so very far away
And when the Senate saw it
It looked so fucking bare
They said that's what we're looking for
We'll send our Air Force there
So they sent their 86's
Air Baae Group and medics too
And they sent the dreaded 497th
They knew just what to do
And now you'll find them languished
In a place that's so remote
That all you'll hear those bastards shout is
"Where are those fuckin' boats?"
CHORUS:
I've got those Kimpo Blues
Kimchee Blues
I'm fed up and I'm fucked up and I'm blue
We tried to please old Sygman
But it was really a farce
The only thing 'twas left to do
Was shove it up his arse
Oh, we found our Almamater
In a house in Yong Dong Po
The brass got there before us
They showed us where to go
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ivwiiEA
(Tune; Pm looking over a four leaf clover)
Pm looking over a well fought over
Korea that I abhor
One for the money
And two for the show
Ridgeway said stay
But he wanted to go
There's no use explaining
Why we're remaining
We got what we were fighting for
Korea, Korea, and diarrhea
To make the rice grow some more
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MISS LEE'S HOOTCHIE
(Tune: On Top Of Old Smokey)
I went to Seoul City, and met Miss Lee
She said for a short time, oh come sleep with me
We went to Lee's hootchie, a room with hot floors
I left my shoes outside, and slid shut the door
She took off her long Johns, and rolled out the pad
I gave her ten thousand, 'twas all that I had
Her breath smelled of Kimchee, her bosoms were flat
No hair on her pussy, now how about that?
I asked to go benjo, she led me outside
I reached for old smokey, he crawled back inside
I rushed to the medics, cried ,!what shall I do?ff
The Doc was dumbfounded, old smokey was blue
Now when you're in Seoul City, on your next three day pass
Don't go to Lee's hootchie, sit flat on your ass
Now your ass may get blistered, and Lee may tempt you
But better the red ass, than old smokey blue.
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(Tune: On Top Of Old Smo^oy)
On top of old Pyongyang, all covered vvHIi flak,,
1 lost my poor wingman, he'll never come back..
For flying is pleasure, and dying is grief
Ami a (juick —triggered commie, is worse than'a thief
For a thief will juat rob you ant! take a!! you save
But a quick- trb/^eivd cornrme will stm\ you, to ..the grave
And the grave will destroy you, and turn you to dust
Not one Mig in a thousand, a Sabre-Jet can trust
Now when the bad weather keeps the ships down
All day we can hear this horrible sound
Attention all pilots, now listen to this
There'll be a short meeting* that you dare not miss
They'll give us some lecturer, then give nu Home more
But we have all heard them, twenty—five times or more
Now listen yon trainees, you can't fight the group
Whatever they tell you is superfluous poop
3H
PUSAN U
(Tune: Sioux City Sue)
We were roaming around the countryside
'Twas down near Pusan Bay
We stepped into a local bar
To pass the time away
I met a gal from old Chin Ju
She was a sight to view
I asked her where she came from
And she said: "Pusan U,f
FIRST CHORUS:
Oh, Pusan U, Oh Pusan U
The finest school in all the lane
The University that's grand
Oh Pusan U, Oh Pusan U
I hail my almamater
Oh Pusan, to you
I enrolled in that great college
Founded by Kim Pac Su
Twas built of honey buckets
So they called it Pusan U
The smell was terrific
But fortune saw me through
So now I lift this glass
To the school of Pusan U
SECOND CHORUS:
Oh Pusan U, Oh Pusan U
Your coarse is good for engineers
A—frames, Ox carts pulled by steers
Oh Pusan U, Oh Pusan U
I hail my almamater
Oh Pus?.n, to you
3 5
(Pusan U
- Coat.)
I saw a girl most beautiful
She was a eight to view
She won a beauty contest
She was crowned Miss Pusan U
They spotted her in Hollywood
Now site's a star there too
When psked to what she owes her fame
She says: "Oh Pusan U"
(Pepeai 1st CHORUS)
We have an A—1 baseball team
We win our games straight through
They ask us where we come from
And we say: "Pusan U"
We have a pitcher who Is tops
Our batters are good, too
And every time we come to bat
The croud yelln: "Pusan U"
Qlepeat 2nd CHORUS)
SEOUL CITY SUE
(Tune: Sioux City Sue)
I drove a heard of oxen down
Till I reached old Bong Chong way
And there I met a gook girl
Who said she'd like to play
Her clothes were of a dirty blue
Her hands and feet were too
I asked her what her name was
She said: "Seoul City Sue"
CHORUS: Seoul City Sue, Seoul City Sue
Your hair is black, your eyes are too
I'd swap my honey cart for you
Seoul City Sue, Seoul City Sue
No one smells of Kimchee
Like my sweet Seoul City Sue
Oh, Korea, I must admit
I owe a lot to you
I came here from America
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SPRING TIME ON THE YALU
(Tune: When its Springtime in the Rockies)
When its springtime on the Yalu and the Mlgs come out to play ■ '
And the contrails run in circles, fighter pilots earn their pay
We'll hoid our triggers steady when our sight® are zeroed in,
Well hold our glasses steady when they pass out rum and gin
When its springtime on the Yalu and the napalm is in bloom
And your fifties do the talking and its just a Mig and you
Once again, you'll hear the whisper that my fuel is running low '
When its springtime on the Yalu, then its time for us to go
STRAFING IN A MOUNTAIN PASS
Strafing in a mountain pass
Couldn't make the turn
Twelve tons of Thunderjet
Watch that bastard burn
We've fought the Migs at Kunure, We fought at Sinaflee
They nailed us down at Kyomipo, and we lost quite a few
We flew these birds from old K~2, six-thousand feet they said
Don't ask a forty-niner, boys, the bastards are all dead
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STRAFIN ROUND THE MOUNTAIN
(Tune: She'll be Comin' 'Round the Mountain)
Now listen all you airmen young and old
To the tale of fighter pilots young and bold
With"M»eitf fighters painted yellow
Leaping off to contact Mellow
In a crisp Korean air so blue and cold
It was dive bomb old Sinuiji, stop the Reds
Eight one—thousand pounders loaded, instant (SKULLS)
Four birds lined up d;; the runway
Wish I'd gone to chinch on Sunday
Hope we catch those lousy commies in their beds
Twenty—thousand over Pyongyang on Northwest
Gas mask flight about to face the acid test
Till at last the Yalu river
Which makes my liver quiver
With flak guns lined up twenty-four abreast
Dusty clouds roll up from Antung cross the way
Twenty swept—wing Chinese war birds out to play
Thirty-sevens, twenty—threes
All lit up like Christmas trees
Tip tanks salvoed off, we leapt into the fray
Kimpo tower clear the pattern in great haste
Twenty victory rolls our pilots do with grace
It was thrilling, it was hairy
Near that privileged sanctuary
Synghman Rhee will soon be president of this place
Kimpo Tower, this is Gas Mask Willie Four
I am home, Fm through with this damn war
Cause they're sending back to Moscow for some more
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TAEGU GIRLS
We are from Taegu, Taegu are we
We don't believe hi virginity — -~ — Oh Horse Shit
We don't use caudles, we use broom handles
We are the Taegu girls
And every night at twelve on the clock
We watch whhe the white man pisses on the ROK
We like the way he handles his cock
We are the Taegu girls
And every year at our annual dance
We go around without any pants
We like.to give those Hooters a chance
We are the Taegu, talk about your Taegu, We are the Taegu girls
■m
TO THE REGULARS
(Tune: Mr and Mrs Mississippi)
I won't forget Korea
I can't forget Kunsan
For Sygman Rhee and Joe Stalin
Have made me feel at home
I flew across the bombline
And got a hole or two
But all I got was a crock of shit
From you and you and you
CHORUS: Oh, I waa called to risk my ass
And save the U.N. too
r t But all I got was a crock of shit
From you and you and you
The AA was terrific
The small arms were intense
While fly boys bombed the front lines
The division did the rest
While the regulars held their desk jobs
The reserves were called en masse
The U.N. knew the air reserve
Was the one to save their ass
CHORUS:
I love you dear old USA
With all my aching heart
If I hadn't joined the damned reserves
We'd never've had to part
But we won't cry and we won't squawk
For we are not alone
For one of these days the regulars'll come
And we can all go home
CHORUS:
M 1
(To the gutars - Cont.)
Now we don't mind the hardships
We've faced them in the past
But we wonder if our Congressmen
Have had forties up their ass
We have the right to save the peace
That's what the baatards said
But whe/i you check the casualties
You'll find no Senators dead
CHORUS:
Fin going to raise a family
When this war is through
I hope to have a bouncing boy
To tell ray stories to
But someday when he grows up
If he joias the air reserve
Fll kick his ass from dawn to dusk
For that's what he'll deserve
CHORUS:
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T
FIGHTER FAVORITES
■ A'. '%^^k
ADELINE SCHMIDT
(To the tune of: Sweet Betsy From Pike)
There once was a maiden named Adeline Schmidt,
Who went to the doctor cause she couldn't shit. hi n 'J
He gave her some medicine all wrapped up in glass,
And up went the window and out went her ass,
CHORUS: It was brown, brown, shit falling down, ,
Brown, brown, shit all around.
it wa# brown, brown, shit falling down, - : \
The whole world was covered with Shit, Shit, SJiit, Shit!
A handsome young copper was walking his beat.
He happened to be on that side of the street. .
He looked up so innocent, he looked so shy,
When a big piece of shit hit right in the eye. s
CHORUS:
That handsome young copper, cursed and he swore,
He called the young maiden a dirty old whore,
And on London Bridge you can still see him sit,
With a sign 'round his neck saying, "BLINDED BY SHIT!?
CHORUS:
$ AM
\ \^ | IS D£AP
M M
ANITA
(We Need a Gang Bang)
Knock knock . . . ., Who's there? Anita . . . ., Anita who?
CHORUS: I need a gang bang, I always will, Cause a gang bang
gives me such a thrill. When I was younger
and in my prime, I used to gang bang all the ti—ime!
But now I'm older and turning grey, I only gang bang
once a da—ay!
Knock knock . . . ., Who's there? Karen . . . ., Karen who?
I heed1 ■& fucfk, I need a suck, I ain't carin' who!
Knock knock . . . ., Who's there? Wilma . . . ., Wilma who?
Will ma finger do, my zipper's stuck
Knock knock . . . ,, Who's there? Eileen . . . ., Eileen who?
I lean her up against the wall for a . . .
Knock knock . . . ., Who's there? Wanda....., Wanda who?
Hell! If she wanda fuck, then I wanda fuck!
Knock knock . . . ., Who's there? Emma . . . ., Emma who?
Emma some great tits on that lady and she needs a . . .
Knock knock . . . ,, Who's there? Iris . , . ., Iris who?
I wish she'd drop her drawers for another . . .
Knock knock . . . ., Who's there? Ben-Hur . . . ., Ben-Hur who?
Bend her over, we'll fuck her in the ass.
Knock knock . . • ., Who's there? Orange . . , ., Orange who!?!?
Orange you guys glad we all got together for another . . .
Knock knock ...... Who's there? Banana . . . ., Banana who?
Ba naa naa naaah naaah, na na na naaah (music to tune of chorus).
MS
A-JO SONG
(As Sung in the Video)
Hello! My name is Joe,
I fly Warthogs...
DoiPt RO tOO fast... r
I a art awed, ^J
By yer burners as ya pass.
Pm a yank 'n bank,
Killin commies in a tank.
Pm Lin in* up on a tank, "'Cf PJb.i' OiKir>' f:L}/„
. "
What a world of hurt he's in.
I lei! be a crispy critter;
I hope he don't check right and extend.
CHORUS: Warthogs don't go fast.
I ain't awed,
by yer burners as ya pass.
Pm a yank in a bank,
ivillin* commies in a tank.
High charts, high approaches,
And "hat high flight poetry,
I don't need for send hi' Ivan
to the infirmary.
I gotta tank in my six
And Pm shakin'; whai'll I do?
Speed brakes', hard turn;
PI1 kill him when he overshoots.
A no--notice check,
The SEFE sings the same old song.
So he finds a ground cord,
And plugs it in and runs along.
Don't need .speed,
To make Ivan surrender.
Don't need an airspeed meter,
'Cause I got a calendar.
A warthog joined the Navy,
Vnr a test a while ago.
Th-'\v put a hook on the front,
And. tMey snagged him from below.
Warthog...
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trails of WlUmnj
0% balls of OMntrij
Kre wr'mhhh tmh Ijainj,
QHjryVf sljaplf y ano slalriy,
like lljfip oome of §>t |paul.
(Eljp momni ail muster,
(Eo uim> tljal rjrrnt rluatf r,
QHjnj stano ano llf ry siarr,
At tlje hioooy yrrat pair,
©fdD'Irary's bails.
DEAR MOM
Dear Mom, your son is dead, he bought the farm today.
He crashed his OV-10 on Kim II Sung's highway.
He made a rocket pass, and then he busted his ass.
...Hmm, Hmmmm, Hmm.
He went accrcss the fence to see what he could see, , ;
And there it was, as plain as it could be.
There was a truck on the road, with a big heavy load. '
...Hmm, Hmmmm, Hmm.
He got right on the horn, and gave the DASC a call,
"Send me air, I've got a truck that's stalled."
The DASC said, "That's all right, 111 send you Juvat Flight*111
...FOB, I AM THE POWER! ■ -
The Phantoms checked right in, Gunfighters two by two, f|
Low on gas and tanker overdue,
.
They ask the FAC to mark, just where that truck was parked,.
...Hmm, Hmmmm, Hmm.
The Bronc, he rolled right in, with his smoke to mark,
Exactly where that truck was parked.
But the rest is in doubt, cause he never pulled out.
...Hmm, Hmmmm, Hmm,
(This time with REVERENCE)
Dear Mom, your son is dead, he bought the farm today.
He crashed his OV-10 on Kim II Sung's highway.
He made a rocket pass, and then he busted his ass.
...HIM, HIM, FUCK HIM!!
How did he go? STRAIGHT IN!
What was he doing? THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE!
Hell of a deal. WHOOEE!
Cocksucker, Motherfucker, Eat a bag of shit,
Cunt hair, Douche bag, Bite your mother's tit.
We're the best fighter squadron, AH the others suck,
HOOTERS, HOOTERS, Rah, Rah, Fuck!
Ma
BY THE LIGHT
By the light, SSH, SSII, SSSSH,------SSII, SSH, SSSSH
Of the flickering match, SSH, SSH, SSSSH,------ SSH, SSH, SSSSH
1 saw her snatch, SSH, SSII, SSSSH,------SSH, SSH, SSSSH
In a watermelon patch, Oh yeah!
By theMight, SSH, SSH, SSSSH,------SSH, SSH, SSSSH
Of the flickering match, SSH, SSH, SSSSH,------SSH, SSH, SSSSH
I saw her gleam, I heard her scream,
You are burning my snatch, SSH, SSH, SSSSH, —- SSH, SSH, SSSSH
With your GODDAMN match!
MASTURBATION
(To the Tune: Finicule, Finecula)
La^t night, I stayed up late and masturbated
It felt so good — I knew it would
Last night, I stayed up late to beat my meat
It felt so nice,-*-— I did it twice
Oh, .you should see me do it on the long strokes
It felt so neat ——I used my feet
Oh, you should see me do it on the short strokes
It felt so grand — I used my hand
Beat it, smash it, throw it on the floor
Wrap it around the bedpost, slam it in the door
Some people seem to think it's great to fornicate
But I would rather stay at home at night and masturbate
HAIL BRITANIA
Hail, Britania, marmalade and jam
Three Chinese crackers up her asshole
BAM, BAM; BAM
Hail, Britania, marmalade and jam
Two Chinese crackers up her asshole
BAM, BAM
Hail, Britania, marmalade and jam
One Chinese cracker up her asshole
BAM
Hail, Britania, marmalade and jam
No Chinese cracker up her asshole
T'l
I FUCKED A DEAD WHORE
I fucked a dead whore by the road side,
I knew right away she was dead.
The skin was ail gone from her tummy,
The hair was ail gone from her head.
And as I lay down there beside her,
I knew right away that I had sinned.
So I pressed my lips to her sweet pussy,
And sucked out the wad I'd shot in.
Sucked out, sucked out, I sucked out the wad I shot in, shot in,
Sucked out, sucked out, I sucked out the wad I shot in.
I
LOVE MY WIFE
I love my wife, yes I do, yes I do,
I love her truly...
I love the hole that she pisses through.
(That she pisses thruuuuu...)
I love her ruby red lips, her lily white tits,
And the hair around her asshole,
I'd eat her shit, gobble gobble, chomp chomp,
With a rusty spoon.
(With a rusty spoooon., )
SO
LET'S HAVE A PARTY!
Parties make the world go round,
Parties make the world go round,
Parties make the world go round.
So let*8 have a party I
LEADER.............................GROUP
Vv'Tfiigomnk tear down the bar In our club............. BOO
And then build; a new bar..................... RAT
It's only gonna be one foot wide................. BOO
But it'll be a MILE long..................... RAY
There'll be no bartenders in our bar............... BOO
We're gonna have BARMAIDS..................... RAY
Our barnaids will wear long skirts . ............... BOO
And NO BLOUSES .......................... RAY
You can't sleep with our barmaids................. BOO
They won't let you sleep..................... RAY
Beer's gonna be f 1.00 a glass.................. BOO
Whiskey free........................... RAY
Only one drink per customer.................... BOO
Served in Buckets......................... RAY
We're gonna throw all the bear in the river............ BOO
Then we'll all go swimming.................... RAY
No girls will be allowed above the first floor.......... BOO
With their clothes on....................... RAY
There'll be no loving on the dance floor............. BOO
And there'll be no dancing on the LOVIN' floor.......... RAY
Parties make the world go round,
Parties make the world go round,
Pa?ties make the world go round,
So let's have a party!
51.
MARY ANN BURNS
Mary Ann Burns is the queen of all the acrobats
She can do tricks that would give a man the sluts
She can roll green peas off her fundamental orifice
Do a double flip and catch them on her tits
She's a great big son -of-a— bitch Oh, twice as big as me
Hairs 'round her ass like branches on a tree
She can swim, fish, fight, fuck, fly a plane, drive a truck
Mary Ann Bums is the girl for me ^^^M
S^P 'xru^'Ji-
./«***/
MY FATHER WAS A FIREMAN
Clang, Clang, . . . Bang, Bang
— And the Goddamn fire went out!
Oh, for the life of a fireman,
To ride on a fire engine red.
To say to a team of white horses,
"Go Ahead, Go Ahead, Go Ahead . .
My father was a fireman,
lie puts out fires . . .
My brother was a fireman,
He puts out fires . . .
My sister Sal is a fireman's gal,
She puts out too . . .
With—out—her—pants—on . . .
My uncle is a bus driver,
He goes downtown . . .
My cousin is a bus driver,
He goes downtown ...
My sister Sal is a bus driver's gctl
She goes down too . . .
W i 111 -......- o 111 — Ii er—pan ts—o n . . .
Sc!
PUBIC HAIRS
Pubic hairs, you've got the cutest little pubic hairs
There's not another that can compare, pubic hairs
Penis or vagina, nothing can be finer
Pirbic hairs, I'm up in heaven when I'm in your under wear
I didn't need a shove to take a mouthful of your pretty pubic hairs
ROLL YOUR LEG OVER
Oh, if all little girls were like fish in the ocean
And I were a whale I would teach them emotion
CHORUS: Oh roll your leg over, Oh roll your leg over
Oh roll your leg over the man on the moon
Oh, if all little girls were like bells in the tower
And I were a clapper I'd bang 'em by the hour
Oh, if all little girls were like fish in a river
And I were a sandbar I'd make them run faster
Oh, if all little girls were like sheep in a pasture
And I were a ram I'd make them run faster
Oh, if all little girls were like little white rabbits
And I were a hare I'd teach them bad habits
Oh, if all little girls were like little red vixens
And I were a fox I surely would fix 'em
Oh, if all little girls were like Heddy Lamar
I'd try twice as fast to gvt twice as far
Oh, if all little girls were like cows in the clover
And I were a bull I would chase them all over
S3
(Roll Y^ur ].*..■» O . ....... Oo;d \
Oh, if a!! little girls were like little white flowers
And I were a bee I would buzz them for hours
Oh, if all little girls were like little old turtles
And I was a turtle I'd get in their girdles
Oh, if all little girls were like little white chickens
And I was a rooster I'd give then) the dickens
Oh, if all little girls were like Gypsy Rose Lee
And 1 were her G—string oh boy what I'd see
Oh, if all little girls were like nurses who would
And I were a doctor I would if I could
Oh, I wish that all girls were like fish in a pool
And I were a chap with a waterproof tool
Oli, I wish all the girls were like statues of Venus
And I were a sculptor with a petrified penis
Oh, I wish all the girls were like bats in a steeple
If J were a bat there'd be more bats than people
Oh, I wish all the girls were like diamonds and rubies
If I were a jeweler Pd play with their boobies
SM
SAMMY SMALL
(To the tiuie of: If You're Happy and You Know It.)
Oh, my name is Sammy Small, fuck 'em all,
Oh, my name is Sammy Small, fuck 'em all,
Oh, my name is Sammy Small, and I only have one ball,
But it's better than none at all, so fuck 'em all.
Oh, they say I shot a man, fuck 'em all,
Oh, they say I shot a man, fuck 'em all,
They say I shot him dead, with a piece of fucking lead.
Now that silly fucker's dead, so fuck 'em all.
Oh, they say I'm going to swing, fuck 'em all,
Oh, they say I'm going to swing, fuck 'em all,
Oh, they say I'm going to swing from a piece of fucking string,
What a silly fucking thing, so fuck 'em all.
Oh, the parson he will come, so fuck 'em all,
Oh, the parson he will come, so fuck 'em all,
Oh, the parson he will come with his tales of Kingdom Cum,
He can shove 'ern up his bun, so fuck 'em all.
Oh, the hangman wore a mask, fuck 'em all,
Oh, the hangman wore a mask, fuck 'em all,
Oh, the hangman wore a ma.sk for his silly fucking task,
What a silly fucking ass, so fuck 'em all.
Oh, the sheriff will be there too, fuck 'em all,
Oh, the sheriff will be there too, fuck 'em all,
Oh, the sheriff will be there too with his silly fucking crew,
They've got fuck all else to do, so fuck 'em all.
I saw Molly in the crowd, fuck 'em all,
I saw Molly in the crowd, fuck 'em all,
I saw xMolly in the crowd, and I felt so fucking proud,
That I shouted right out loud ....... FUCK 'EM ALL!!!!
5 5
CHORUS; Oh, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye,
So Jet's have another verse,
Thai's worse than the other verse,
And waltz me mound by my WILLIE!
* I. Fighter Pilots eat PUSSY!
2. Your mother swims after troop ships (and catches them).
3. Your sister eats hat shit off cave walls.
1. Your grandmother douches with drano.
5. Your mother licks moose cum off pine cones.
6. Your mother does squat thrusts on fireplugs.
7. In China they do it for chili.
8. Etc... etc... etc....
There was a young man from Boston \ j\
Who traded his car for an Austin *,.-*-
There was room for him and a__,.......-- .'r.-[.'
gallon of gas
But his balls hung out and he lost 'em
There was a young man from Sparta
Who was the world's champion farter
On the strength of one bean, he played
God Save the Queen
And Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata
There was a young man from Rangoon
Who was born by the light of the moon
He had not the luck to be born
by a fuck
But was a wet dream scooped up by a spoon
In the garden of Eden sat Adam
With his hand on the'butt of his madam
lie chuckled with mirth, for he knew
on this earth
There were only two balls and he had 'em
There was an old hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead whore in his cave
Me said, "I'll admit, I'm a bit
of a, shit,
But think of the money I'll save"
l~A*
{Sing Ih A--.. . :.er Qua > - Cent.)
An Argentine gauclio named Bruno
Said fucking is one thing, f do know
AH women are fine, and sheep are
Devine
But llamas are numero uno
There was a, young man from Riklair
Who buggered his girl on the stairs
The bannister broke, he doubled
the stroke
And finished her off in mid air
There was a young couple named Kelly
Who used vaseline petroleum jelly
But once in this haste, they used
library paste
And bow they're stuck belly to belly
There once was a lady named Lil
Who -swallowed an atomic pill
They found her vagina hi
North Carolina
And one of her tits in Brazil
There once was a girl from St. Paul
Who went to a masquerade ball
She had the affront to go
as a Cunt
And got screwed by a dog in the hall
There was a young man from Dakota
Who wouldn't pay a whore what he owed her
So with a great savoir faire, she climbed
on a chair
and pissed in his wiskey and soda
The bride of a farmer named Zaker
Was poked it bed, by the baker
The baker a1 , "What you call
this a Tw&i!"
Why the entrance is more than an acre
Cried an overhung fellow named Bo wen
My pecker keeps growin' and growin*
It's got so tremendous, so long and
stupendous
It's no good for fuckin' just showin*
S?
(Sing Ur Another One Do — Oonfc.)
A fighter pilot named Tucker
While instructing a novice cock sucker
Said, "Don't puff 'em out, like you're
blowin* your snout
Be gentle, and work with a puckerl
There was a lady from Gibraltar
Who accidently fell into the water
by her howls and her squeals you could tell
that the eels
Had found her sexual quarter
There was a man named McGruder
Who wooed a nude in Bermuda
Now the nude thought it crude, to be
Wooed in the nude
But McGruder wa^ cruder, he screwed her
There was a young man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin, as he wiped off his
chin
If me ear were a cunt I could fuck it
There once was a young man from Kent
Whose dick was bo long that it bent
To save himself trouble, he put it in
Double
And instead of coming, he went
There or ce was a man from Bombay
Who fashioned a cunt out of clay
The heat of his prick, turned the
Gh:/ into brick
And rubbed all his fore skin away
There wsa a young lady from Wheeling
Who had a peculiar feeling
She laid on her back, and tickled
her crack
And pia«txi all over the ceiling
I here was a young girl from Peru
Who said a<* the Bishop withdrew
The Vica* fa quicker, he's also
A lieker
Ami considerably thicker than you
(Sing Us Another One Do — — Cont.)
There was a young girl named Myrtle
Who was raped on the beach by a turtle
The reults of the fuck, was two eggs
and a duck
Which proved that the turtle was fertile
There was a young man from Brock
Who tied a violin string to his cock
With just one erection, he could play
a selection
from Johan Sebastian Bach
There was a young man from Dundee
Who buggered an ape in a tree
The result was most horrid, all ass
and no forehead
Thre^ balk and a purple goatee
There once was a man of class
Whose bails were made of brass
When they swung together, they played
Stormy Weather
And lightning shot out his ass
There once was a boy from Baclaridge
And he was his parents disparage
He sucked off his brother, and went down
on his mother
And ate up his sister's miscarriage
There was a man from St. James
Who played most unusual games
He lit a match to his gradmother's
snatch
And laughed as she pissed through the flames
There once was a girl named Flo Varden
Who went down on a guy in the garden
He said, nListen Flo, where does that
stuff go?"
And she said, (GULP) "Beg pardon?"
There once was a pilot from K—2
Who buggered a girl in Taegu
He said to the Doc, as he handed him
his cock
"Will I lose both my testicles too?"
(Slag (J& Another One Do -~ Gout.)
There was a young man from New Brighton
Who said, "my dear you've a tight oneM
She juki, "Oil my soul, you have the
wrong hole
It's the one up front that's the right one"
There once was a man from Trieste
Who loved his wife with a zest
Despite all her howls, he sucked her
lx>wels
And deposited the mess on her breast
There was a young bishop from Birmingham
Who diddled nuns while confirmm' 'em
He brought them indoors, slipped down
their drawers
And slipped his episcopal worm in 'em
There was a young man from Nottingham
Who stood on the bridge at buckingham
Just watching the stunts, of the cunts
aiul the punks
And the tricks of the pricks that were fuckin' 'em
There was a young queer from Khartoum
Who took a young lesbian to his room
They argued all night, as to who had
the right
To do what, with which, and to whom
There was a young girl from St. Paul
Who wore a news paper dress to a ball
Her dress caught fire, and burned her
entire
Front page, sports section and all
There was a professor from the Mall
Who possessed a hexahydroginal ball
The square root of it's weight, plus his
pecker times eight
Was four/fifths of five eights of fuck all
There once wa.s a girl from France
Who boarded a train by chance
The engineer fucked her, and so'd
the conductor
And the brakeman went off in his pants
(Sing Us Another One Do — Cont.)
There once was a whore named Gail
Between there tits was the price of her tail
And on her behind, for the sake
of the blind
Was the same information in braille
There was a young priest from Dundee
Who went in the garden to pee
He said Pax Vo Biscum, why won't the
\ \ , piss come
4 «Ifuess Pve got C - L ~ A - P
t ,s. Tliqre was a young girl from Trass
V ' Who had a magnificent ass
f Twas not round and pink, as you
* . probably think
TWas gray, had four legs and ate grass
■'' There once was a girl from the Azores
i Whose cunt was ail covered with sores
' The dogs in the street, would not eat
i the green meat
That hung in festoons from her drawers
There was a young lady from Ransom
Who had it three times in a hansom
When she cried for more, a voice from
the floor
Cried my name is Simpsom, not Sampson
There was a young lady from twilling
Who went to the dentist for a drilling
But because of depravity, he filled the
wrong cavity
And now she's nursing her filling
There was a young lass named Alice
Who peed in the Archbishops chalice
It was not from relief, as was the
belief
But purely from Protestant malice
There once was a girl from Cape Cod
Who thought all babies came from God
But it wasn't the Almighty who lifted
her nighty
It was Roger the lodger the sod
. -iiier O,,,. Do —— ConL)
There once was a pirate named Bates
Who wad learning to rhumba on skates
lie fell on his cutlass, which rendered
him nutkss
And practically useless on dates
There was a young lady from Decatur
Who was screwed by a big alligator
Nobody knew the results of the
screw
Cause after he laid her he ate her
There was a young lady named Esther
Who said to the man as he undressed her
MIf you don't mind, use the hole
behind
The front one is beginning to fester
There was a young man named Clyde
Who fell hi an outhouse and died
Likewise his brother, who fell in
another
And now they're interred side by side
There once was a pilot named Paul
Who's cock was the longest of all
This appendage of his got into
show biz
With a royal performance on call
Now Paul found trouble in fame
Every whore in the ville knew his name
And their unhidden fear, of his
fantastic gear
Put a halt to old Paul's favorite game
Now in hopes of relief to Seoul he went
Our pilot Paul, with his dick beat
And though folded in half, the whores
still feared his shaft
And the bend in his tool made a dent
In Pusan, with a girl to his taste
Paul dropped his drawers and entered in haste
But he didn't unfold, when he entered
her hole
And spilled the whole wadd, "What a wastelM
l-.P
(Sing Us Another One Do — Cont.)
There once wa.s a Captain named Tuck
Who went to the ville for a fuck
He spread open her legs, found ten
cockroach eggs
Three boogers, some scabs and green muck
Now later when Tuck wiped his chin
He smiled, and said with a grin
"Didn't take her to heart till she
sprayed out a fart
That tasted like bird shit and gin"
A young preacher, who was new to some
At persuasion was surely no burn
He preached fornication, to the whole
congregation
And was washed down the isle in the cum
Oh, the Romans had great spacious halls
' In which they held sexual brawls
• Which would last so they say, for a
j week and a day
There's no doubt those bastards had balls
There once was a GIB from the sticks
Who didn't like cunts, only dicks
He told MFC find a place
just for me
Now he's one of the boys who check six
t,3
si.;x ja.m-;k
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me!
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me!
Oh, Sir Jasper Jo not touch me!
CHORUS; As I lay between the in:- -.■!■?? sh^Js,
With nothing on at all!
Continue to repeat the verse dropping the last word and <iu
more and more emphasis to those words that are left.
SIT ON MY FACE
You can ait on my face if you love me
You can sit on my face if you care
Let my stare up your red river valley
Run my tongue through your soft pubic hair
SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT
Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan and what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.
1st Rendition - Sing with gestures
2nd Rendition — Hum with gestures
3rd Rendition - Gestures only
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until at last his wife she cried,
Until at last his wife she cried,
"ENOUGH, ENOUGH, Pm satisfied!"
And now we come to the tragic bit,
And now we come to the tragic bit,
there was no way of stopping it!
Split his wife from twat to tit,
Split his wife from twat to tit,
and the whole damn place was covered with shit.
And now we come to the part that's grim,
And now we come to the part that's grim,
it jumped off her and it JUMPED on him!
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THE GREAT FUCKING WHEEL
A friend once told me before he died,
CHORUS: Rump titty, rump titty, rump titty rump!
A friend once told me before he died,
and I don't think that the bastard lied.
CHORUS: Rump titty, rump titty, rump titty rump!
Rump titty, rump titty, rump titty rump!
He had a wife with a cunt so wide,
He had a wife with a cunt so wide,
that she could not be satisfied.
So he built a GREAT FUCKING WHEEL,
So he built a GREAT FUCKING WHEEL,
with two brass balls and a prick of steel.
The whole damn thing was run by steam,
The whole damn thing was run by steam, '
the balls of brass were filled with cream.
He laid his wife upon the bed,
He laid his wife upon the bed,
and tied her feet behind her head.
He put the machine in the position of fuck,
He put the machine in the position of fuck,
and wished his wife the best of luck,
%\) RouiKl and round went the GREAT FUCKING WHEEL,
' Round and round went the GREAT,FUCKING WHEEL,
IN and OUT went, the prick of steel.
Higher and higher went the level of steam,
Higher and higher went the level of steam,
down and clown went the level of cream.
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THE SCOTCH WEDDING
(Balk to Your Partner)
Prelude: There was a ball, a bloody great ball, of Kerrie Muir
Four and twenty prostitutes shaggin on the moor.
Oh, the King was in his counting house, counting out his wealth.
The Queen was in the bedroom, playing with herself.
(Old)
CIJORUS: Singing Pll do ye this time, I'll do it now.
! The man that did it last night,
Cduld not do it now.
(New)
CHORUS: Balls to your partner, your ass against the wall.
If you've never been laid on a Saturday night,
You've never been laid at all.
Oh, the bride was in the bedroom, explaining to the groom,
The vagina, not the rectum, was the entrance to the womb.
Oh, the parson's wile she was there, seated down in front,
A wreath of roses round her neck, a carrot up her cunt.
Oh, the village parson he was there, and very surprised to see,
Four and twenty maidenheads hanging from a tree.
Oh, the parson's daughter she was there, she had them all in fits,
Diving off the mantlepiece, and landing on her tits.
They were fucking in the haylofts, fucking in the ricks,
You could not hear the music for the slushing of the pricks.
They were fucking in the barley, they were fucking in the oats,
Some were fucking sheep and some were fucking goats.
Oh, the village craftsman he was there, his hammer and his awls,
Talking to the queen and showing off his balls.
They were fucking in the parlors, fucking on the stairs,
You could not see the carpet for the cum and curly hairs.
Four and twenty virgins, came from lverness,
And when the ball was over there were four and twenty less.
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(The Scotch Wedding - Cont.)
Little Tommy he was there, but he was only eight.
He was too young to join the fun, so he had to masterbate.
The village prostitute was there, just lying on the floor,
And every time she spread her legs, the auction closed the door.
The village vicker he was there, wrapped up in a shroud,
hanging from a chandalier, and pissing on the crowd.
The village joker he was there, doin* this t\nd that,
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Amusing himself by abusing himself, and catching it in his hat. ;.'
The village blacksmith he was there, he had balls of brass,
Every time he took a step, sparks shot up his ass.
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The village School Marm she was there, she was up to quite a stunt,
Sliding down the bannister, and whistling through her cunt.
The village idiot he was there, making like a fool,
Pulling Ins foreskin over his head and whistling through his tool.
Oh, the village butcher he was there, cleaver in his hand,
And every time he turned around, he circumcised a man.
Oh, the village cripple he was there, not doing very much,
He lined up on the little girls, and fucked them with his crutch.
Plowman Jock he was there, the bugger would not dance,
Sitting with a hard on, and waiting for his chance.
The ftrey Colonel he was there, he'd fit amongst the bores,
He jumped upon the table and shouted for the whores
The chimney sweep he was there, he had a dose of cot
For every time he farted, he filled the room with soot.
The village postman he was there, he had a dose of pox,
He could not fuck his lassie so he fucked the letter box.
And when the ball was over, and the folks went home to rest,
They said they enjoyed the music, but the fucking was the best.
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THERE ARE NO FIGHTER PILOTS
Oh there are no fighter pilots down in hell
Oh there are no fighter pilots down in hell
Oh the place is full of queers, navigators, bombadiers
Oh there are no fighter pilots down in hell
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the states
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the states
They are off on foreign shores, making mothers out of whores
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the states
Oh there are no fighter pilots in Japan
Oh there are no fighter pilots in Japan
They ai;e all across the bay, getting shot at every day
Oh there are no fighter pilots in Japan
Oh there are no bomber pilots in the fray
Oh there are no bomber pilots in the fray
They are all in USO's wearing ribbons, fancy clothes
Oh there are no bomber pilots in the fray
Oh a bomber pilot's life is just a farce
Oh a bomber pilot's life is just a farce
The automatic pilot's on, he's reading novels in the John
Oh a bomber pilot's life is just a farce
Oh the bomber pilot never takes a dare
Oh the bomber pilot never takes a dare
His gyros are uncaged, and his women overaged
Oh the bomber pilot never takes a dare
Oh there are no fighter pilots up in wing
Oh there are no fighter pilots up in wing
The place is full of brass, sitting 'round on their fat ass
Oh there are no fighter pilots up in wing
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(Fightci rU.4.s Conl.)
Oh there are no Navy pilots in the scrap
Oh there are no \'-n\>y pilots in the scrap
They're ail in BOQ's, reading Nav Air News ;.
Oh there are no Navy pilots in the scrap
You can tell a navigator by his ass
You can tell a navigator by his ass
Oh, k\\i forty inches wide, getting wider every ride ' .
You can tell a navigator by his ass ; . ;o'/
Oli look at the Broncos in the club
Oil look at the Broncos in the club
They don't party, they don't sing, Hooters do everything'
Oh look at the Broncos in the club r
An airline pilot's life is mighty fine
An airline pilot's life is mighty fine
Flying friendly skies, putting hands on friendly thighs
An airline pilot's life is mighty fine
Oh it's naughty naughty but it's nice
If you ever do it once you'll do it twice
It'll wreck your reputation, but increase the population
Oh it's naughty naughty but it's nice
When a bomber jockey walks into our club
When a bomber jockey walks into our club
He don't drink his share of suds, all he does is flub his dub
OH THERE ARE NO FIGHTER PILOTS DOWN IN HELL
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YOU CAN TELL A FIGHTER PILOT
(To the Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
By the ring around his eyeballs, you can tell a bombadier
You can tell a bomber pilot by the spread accross his rear
You can tell a navigator by his sextants, charts and such
And you can tell a Fighter Pilot, but you can't tell him much
CHORUS: It's a lie; It's a lie
You can tell the silly bastard it's a lie, lie, lie
It's a lie, it's a lie
You can tell the silly bastard it's a silly fucking lie
First lady forward and the second lady back
Third lady's finger up the fourth lady's crack
Then you gather all together in the middle of the room
Will the lady who just farted kindly leave the room
CHORUS:
We fly our fucking fighters down to forty fucking feet
Through the fucking corn and through the fucking wheat
First you fly the fuckers up then you fly the fuckers down
And you'll be the first to know when you hit the fucking ground
CHORUS:
Rollin' in on target with your burner's all aglow
You put your pipper on them then you let your napalm go
First you jink out to the left and then you jink out to the right
And you hit the deck a—running and make it home another night.
CHORUS:
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miC WILD WEoY bHOW
"GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
...WELCOME TO THE WILD WEST SHOW!"
CHORD'S: Oh, were off to see the Wild West Show,
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The elephants and the kangaroos.
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Never mind the weather, as long as we're together
We're off to see the Wild West Show.
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INTRO: Tonight for you we have the most fantastic, incredible, animal
act ever seen before the eyes of man on the face of Uds earth. Tonight
for you we have the famous................
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RESPONSE: "FANTASTIC, INCREDIBLE, tell us about the MOTHERFUCKER!"
Intro.... Ki, Ki, Ki, Ki, Bird
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Response
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The Ki, Ki, Ki, Ki, Bird is a very stiange animal indeed. He flies alorr^ -a
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at 21,500* looking for targets. As he spies his prey, he folds his wmj£s ?
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and starts down a precise 75 degree dive. Down he goes gaining speed l
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18,000', 10,000' — His vision begins to blur from the wind blast —
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7,000'----faster and faster — 3,000' — 1,500' — 500* —^ He starts his '
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pull out — 100' — 50* —— He puts out his wings, grabs his prey with his
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mighty talons and says — "Ki, Ki, Ki, Krist that was close!" CHORUS*
Intro.... Fukawi Tribe
Response
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The Fukawi Tribe is a very strange tribe indeed. They're a tribe of thi%e
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foot tall pygmies living in four foot tall elephant grass. They spend
their whole life going around saying, "Where the fuck are we, where the
fuck are we?" CHORUS
Intro.... Lulu the tatooed Lady
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Response
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Lulu the tatooed Lady is a very strange lady indeed. She has a "W"
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tatooed on her left cheek and a "WM tatooed on her right cheek. When she
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bends over she spells "WOW" and when she stands on her head she spells
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"MOM". But when she does cartwheels, she spells "WOW MOM, WOW MOM." I
CHORUS
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Intro.... Mathmatical Impossibility
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Response
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The Mathmatical Impossibility is a very strange girl indeed. She's the I
only girl around who was eight (ate) before she was seven. CHORUS j
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(Wild West Show Cont.)
Intro.... Shoe Clerk
Response
The Shoe Clerk is a very strange human like animal. He's the only animal
known that you can throw into a barrel of tits and he'll come up sucking
his own thumb. CHORUS
Intro.... Lulu the tatooed lady's sister
Response
Lulu the ta^ed ladyfs sister is a very strange lady indeed. She has
"Merry Chj^mjaf" t^t^Qoed on one thigh and "Happy New Year" tatooed on the
other thigh. Then she says, "Why don't all you Foxes come up and see me
between the holidays." CHORUS
Intro.... PFFTT Bird
Response
The PFFTT Bird is a very strange bird indeed. He's a bird that has a
three foot lp$g rigttt, wing and a four foot long left wing. He flies
around in eve/, decreasing circles until he flies up his own ass hole and
goes PFFTTC CHOEUS
Intro...^pO^fcAU Bird
Response {[Al4i K, ,s
The OOIJ^AH^BM is a very strange bird indeed. He's a bird with a four
foot long scrotum and only three foot long legs. When he comes in for a
landing, he goes, OOH, OOH---------------AHHHHHHHH! CHORUS
Intro.... Bopjn Rat-Tat-Tat Bird
Response >
The Boom Rat—Tat—Tat bird is a very close cousin of the OOH—AH bird. It
also has a four foot long scrotum and three foot long legs, but when it
lands on corrugated roofs, it goes, "BOOM RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!" CHORUS
Intro.... Peanut Butter Lady
Response '
The Peanut Butter Lady is a very Strang lady indeed. She's the only lady
around that when you eat her out, she sticks to the roof of your mouth.
QHpRUS
Intro.... Tight Skinned Owl
Response
The Tight Skinned Owl is an Owl whose skin is so tight that when he blinks
he masterbates himself. Little boys have been known to jack him off by
throwing sand in his eyes. CHORUS
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Intro.... Perverted Convertable
Response
The Perverted Oonvertabie is a strange car like creature that seats TWO in
the front seat and SIXTY-NINE in the back seat. CHORUS
Intro.... Drunken Giraffe
Response
The Drunken Giraffe is a strange LONG LEGGED creature who walks into the
Hootch and tells the Everyone, "Boys, the high balls are on me!M? CHORUS
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Intro.... Dentist
Response
The Dentist is a very strange creature indeed, He's the only guy around
that gets to put his "Tool" in YOUR mouth. CHORUS
Intro.... The O—Rang— A—Tang
Response
The O Rang—A—Tang is a very strange ape like creature, However, his balls
hang so low that when he swings from tree to tree they go O—Rang—A—Tang,
O-Rang-A-Tang! CHORUS
Intro.... Female Horny Bird
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Response
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The Female Horny Bird can be distinguished by her cry, "Wantsome,
Wantsome!.,11 and the Male Horny Bird by his cry, "Hereit—tis, Hereit—tis!H
CHORUS
OLDIES BUT GOODIES
DO X KWOW Hir-| ?!..s.
HELL, HIS FATHE.R
WAS A HOOTER/
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AIR FORCE SONG
Off we go, into the wild blue yonder
Climbing high into the sun
Here they come, zooming to meet our thunder
At 'em boys give her the gun
Down we dive, spouting our flames from under
Off with one hell of a roar
We live in fame, or go down in flame
Nothing can stop the US Air Force
Here's a toast to the host of those who love
The vastness of the sky
To a friend we send a message of
His brother men who fly
We drink to those who gave their all of old
Then down we roar to score the rainbow's pot
A toast to the host of those we boast
The US Air Force
Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder
Sent it high into the blue
Hands of men blasted the world asunder
How they lived, God only knew
Souls of men, dreaming of skys to conquer
Gave us wings, ever to soar
With fighters before, and bombers galore
Nothing')! stop the US Air Force
Off we go into the wild sky yonder
Keep the wings level and true
If you live to be a grey—haired wonder
Keep your nose out of the blue
Flying men guarding our nations border
Will be there, followed by more
In Echelon, we carry on
Nothing'll stop the US Air Force
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AIR FORCE HYMN
(Tune: Quebec)
Lord, guard and guide the men who fly
Through the great spaces of the sky
Be with them traversing the air
In darkening storms or sunshine fair
Thou who doth keep with tender might
The balanced birds in all their flight
Thou, of the tempered winds, be near
That, having thee, they know no fear
Control their minds with instinct fit
What time, adventuring, they quit
The firm security of land
f*-' Grant steadfast eye and skillful hand
Aloft in solitudes of space
Uphold them with thy saving grace
Oh, God, protect the men that fly
Through lonely ways beneath the sky
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AIR FORCE LAMENT
(Tune: The Battle Hymn Of The Republic)
Mine eyes have Been the days of men who ruled the fighting skies ' '
With hearts that laughed at death, who lived for nothing but to fly
But now those hearts are grounded, and those days are long gbnfc fay
The Air Force's gone to hell
CHORUS:
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Glory flying regulations, have them read at every station
Crucify the man who breaks them, the Air Force's gone to hellv * • >''
My bones lave felt their pounding throb, a hundred thousand strong
A mighty airborne legion set to right the deadly wrong
But now, its only memory, it only lives in song
The Air Force's gone to hell
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I have seen them in their thunderbolts, their eyes were dancing flkme
I've seen their screaming power dives, that blasted GoeringV name
But now they fly like siasies and they hang their skulls in shame
Their spirit's shot to hell
They fly their rugged mustangs through a living hell of flak
And blooey dying pilots gave their lives to bring them back
But now they all play ping—pong in the operatic*..3 shack
Their technique's gone to hell
The lordly flying fortress and the liberator too
Once wrote the doom of Germany, with contrails in the blue
But now the skies are empty, and our planes are wet with dew
And we can't fly for hell
You heard our pounding 50's blaze from wings of polished steel
The purring of your Merlin was a song your heart could feel
But now the L-o charms you with its moanin' groanin' squeal
And it won't climb for hell
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(Air Force Lament — Cont)
Have you ever climbed a lightening up to where the air is thin
Have you stuck her long nose downward, just to hear the screamin' din
Have you tried to do it lately, better now, you'll auger in
And*tl]en you'll sure catch hell
Hap Arnold built a fighting team that sang a fighting song
About the wild blue yonder in the days when men were strong
But now we're closely supervised for fear we may do wrong
The Air Force's gone to hell
We werSe oocky, bold and happy, when we played the angel's game
We split the blue with buzzing, and we rolled our way to fame
But*aow that's All verbotten and we're all so Goddamned tame
Our spirit's shotkto hell
One day I buzzed an airfield with another reckless chap
We flew a hot formation with his wingtip in my lap
But there's, a new directive and we'll have no more of that
Or you will burn in hell
Mine eyes get dim with tears when I recall the days of old
When pilots took their choice of being old, or young or bold
Alas, I have no choice and will live to be quite old
The Air Force's gone to hell
But smile awhile my pilots though your eyes may still be wet
Someday we'll meet in heaven where the rules have not been set
And God will show us how to buzz and roll and really let —
The Air Force fly like hell
CHORUS:
Glory no more regulations, rip them down at every station
Ground the guy that tries to make one and let us fly like hell
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BARNACLE BILL THE PILOT
(Tune: Barnacle Bill The Sailor)
The Air Corps is the life for me, said Barnacle Bill the sailor , ;
I'll jump my ship and leave the sea and be an aviator \ ,
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I'll fly so high I'll reach the sky, gravitation 1*1! defy { \'\t
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1*11 make the people moan and cry, said Barnacle Bill the sailor t
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Pretty noon you'll lose that grin, said the fair young maiden
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Pretty soon you'll lose that grin, said the fair young maiden '
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Pm rough and tough and know my stuff, said Bill the Aviatoj t ; 1
Pll fly this ship till Pve had enough, said Bill the Aviator v ! / |
I know a strut, I know a fin, I know a barrel roll and a spjln
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I know a prop, I know a knick, and I know an elevator J f |
You're out of gas and must go down, wailed the fair young,maiden ||
You're out of gas and must go down, wailed the fair young maiden If
Pm a cockeyed Finn if Pll give in, roared Bill the Aviator
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Pll fight this ship with a fighter's grin, roared Bill the Aviator
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He kicked the bar and pulled the stick, which didn't seem to do the trill
And he hit the ground like a ton of brick, poor Barnacle Bill the Sailor!1
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Here's some flowers for his grave, sobbed the fair young maiden I
Here's some flowers for his grave, sobbed the fair young maiden
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BATTLE HYMN (WE FLY OUR FUCKING PHANTOMS)
(Tune: Battle Hymn Of The Republic)
We fly our fucking Phantoms at ten tl ousand fucking feet
We fly our Fucking Phantoms through the rain and snow and sleet
And.thouji^ ^e think we're flying south, we're really flying north
Anti we make our fucking landfall on the fifth of fucking fourth
CHORUS; Glory, glory, Halleluia, glory, glory, halleluia,
Glory, glory Halleluia (Insert last line of verse)
We fly those fuckj'ug Phantoms at fuck all thousand feet
We fly those fucking Phantoms through the trees and corn and wheat
And'though we think we fly with skill, we fly with fuclmg luck
But we don't give a fucking damn or care a flying fuck
We fly those fucking Phantoms at ten thousand fucking feet
We fly pur fucking Phantoms through the rain, the snow, and sleet
Aiid though we think we're flying up, we're flying fucking down
Arid we bust our fucking asses when we hit the fi eking ground
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BLESS 'EM ALL
Bless 'em all, Bless 'em all
The long and the short and the tall -\
Bless old man Lockheed for building this jet , ;
I know a man who is cursing him yet
For he tried to go over the wall ?■
With his tiptanks, his tailpipes and all
The needles did cross and the wings did come off
Cheer up my lads, Bless 'em all r/
Well, Bless 'em all. Bless 'em all
The needle, the airspeed, the ball i
Bless all the instructors who taught me to fly ;i■-.
S^nt me to solo and left me to die
If ever your blowjet should stall
Well, you're due for one hell of a fall
No lillies or violets for dead fighter pilots .-,
Cheer up my lads, Bless 'em all
Through the wall, through the wall
Through the bloody invisible wall
That trans-sonic journey is nothing but rough
As bad as a ride on the local base bus
So, I'm staying away from the wall
Subsonic for me and that's all
If you're hot you might make it
But you'll probably break it
Your butt and your neck, not the wall
Bless 'em all, Bless 'em all
The long and the short and the tail
Bless all the Seargents, and all of their sons
Bless all the airmen, The fat-skul-led ones
For its them who keep you in the air
Many times you'll be glad that they're there
They keep your planes flying, they keep you from dying
Bless 'em all, Bless 'em all, Bless 'em all
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FIREBALL ON THE HILLSIDE
There's a fireball down there on the hillside
And I think maybe we've lost a friend
But we'll keep on flying, and we'll keep on dying
For duty and honor never end
There's an up—ended glass on the table
Down in front a lone empty chair
Yesterday we were with him, and today, God be with him
Whenever he is in your care
They were four when they took off this morning
Their duty was there in the sky
Only three ships came back, Blue four ain't returnin'
To Blue Four hold your glasses high
There's a fireball down there on the hillside
And I think maybe we've lost a friend
But we'll keep on flying, and we'll keep on dying
For duty and honor never end
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FR1GG1N IN THE RIGGIN
It was on the good ship Venus
My God you should have aeen us 4
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast a rampant penis
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CHORUS: Friggin in the riggin, friggin in the riggin ^
There's fuck all else to do
The captain of the lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He filled his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper \ '* J
The captain's wife was Mable
And whenever she was able
She'd fornicate with the second mate "
Upon the galley table
The captain had a daughter
And she fell into the water
Delighted squeals revealed that eels
Had found her sexual quater
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i, SUITS AND PARACHUTES
Once there was a barmaid down in Brewery Lane
Her master was so kind to her, her mistress was the same
Along came a pilot, handsome as he could be
He was the cause of all her misery
CHORUgk Singing G-suits and parachutes
Xnd uniforms of blue
He'll fly a fighter
Like his daddy used to do
He asked her for a pillow to rest his weary (SKULL)
She gave it to him willfully and lost her maidenhead
And she, like a silly girl, thinking it no harm
Climbed in the bed beside him, just to keep the pilot warm
Now in the morning before the break of day
A five—pound note he handed her, and this to her he did say:
"Take this, my darling, for all the harm Tve done
For you may have a daughter, and you may have a son
If you have a d? nghter, put ribbons in her hair
And if you ha son, get the bastard in the ail"
Now the moral of my story, as you can plainly see,
Is never trust a pilot an inch above your knee
The barmaid trusted one, and he went off to fly
Leaving her a daughter to help the time go by
CHORUS: Singing G suits and parachutes
And uniforms of blue
She'll never fly a fighter
Like her daddy used to do
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GHOST FUCKERS IN THE SKY
An old cowpoke went riding out
One dark and windy day
Stopped beneath a shady tree
And paused to the beat of his meat
When all at once a slant—eyed bitch
Came ridin' down the trail
He stopped her and asked her
How 'bout a piece of tail?
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Chorus: Yipee~-yi—yeaaaaaa, Yipee—yl—yoooooooo
Ghost fuckers in the sky
Her tits were all a floppin'
Her cunt ate out with clap
He socked it to her anyway
And gave her ass a slap
She shit, she moaned
She groaned, (pause)
She threw him from her crack
He rolled across the desert
And broke his fucking back
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