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  1. Bob Parks

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    #1 Bob Parks, May 12, 2009
    I really don't know why I should be doing this but some things have popped into my head that I haven't thought of in centuries. Like some of the songs that we sang in basic while we were trying to learn close order drill.

    A take off on the Air Corps Song.

    " Into the air junior birdmen.
    Into the air upside down.
    Into the air junior birdmen, keep your nose up off the ground.
    And when you hear the doorbell ringing
    And you get your wings of tin.
    Then you know the junior birdmen sent their Wheatees box tops in."


    To " My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean."

    " Take down your service flag mother
    Put up your star of gold.
    Your son is an aerial gunner.
    He'll die when he's 18 years old.

    He thought he would be a hot pilot and fly over Berlin and Rome
    But they made him an aerial gunner
    And they're shipping his dead body home.

    Chorus
    T.S T.S. they're shipping his dead body home.
    T.S. T.S. they're shipping his dead body home.

    Where in the world did this come from and how do things like this just pop up?
     
  2. snj5

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    #2 snj5, May 12, 2009
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    Give Me Operations

    Give Me Operations

    Author unknown, Air Force traditional



    CHORUS:
    Give me operations way out on some lonely atoll
    For I am too young to die; I just want to grow old

    Don't give me a P-38; the props, they counter-rotate
    She's smattered and smitten from Burma to Britain
    Don't give me a P-38

    CHORUS

    Don't give me a P-39; the engine is mounted behind
    She'll tumble and roll, and she'll bore a deep hole
    Don't give me a P-39

    CHORUS

    Don't give me a Peter-four-oh; it's a hell of an airplane, I know
    A ground-looping bastard, you're bound to get plastered
    Don't give me a Peter-four-oh

    CHORUS

    Don't give me an old Thunderbolt; she gave many pilots a jolt
    It looks like a jug, and it flies like a tug
    Don't give me an old Thunderbolt

    CHORUS

    Don't give me a P-51; the airplane that's second to none
    She'll loop, roll and spin, but she'll auger you in
    Don't give me a P-51

    CHORUS

    Don't give me an F-82; that monster from out of the blue
    You won't understand just who's in command
    Don't give me an F-82

    CHORUS

    Don't five me an old Shooting Star; she goes, but not very far
    She'll rumble and spout, and will surely flame out
    Don't give me an old Shooting Star

    CHORUS

    Don't give me an F-84; her pilots they ain't here no more
    They bombed in that crate, but they all pulled out late
    Don't give me an F-84

    CHORUS

    Don't give me an 86D, with rockets, radar, and AB
    She's fast, I don't care; she blows up in mid-air
    Don't give me an 86D

    CHORUS

    Don't give me a One-Double-Oh to fight against friendly or foe
    That old Sabre dance made me crap in my pants
    Don't give me a One-Double-Oh

    CHORUS

    Don't give me McDonnell's Voodoo; there's nothing that she will not do
    She'll really pitch up, she'll make you throw up
    Don't give me McDonnell's Voodoo

    CHORUS

    Don't give me an F-104; she's faster than lightning fer shore
    But after one pass there's no bullets, no gas
    Don't give me an F-104

    CHORUS

    Don't give me an F-105, 'cause I like being alive
    She's great for attack, she soaks up mach-mach flak
    Don't give me an F-105

    CHORUS

    Don't give me an old F-4C, with a navigator flying with me
    Her dihedral's neat, but she's got a back seat
    Don't give me an old F-4C

    CHORUS
    http://www.videosift.com/video/Old-fighter-pilots-drinking-song-Give-Me-Operations
     
  3. snj5

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    #3 snj5, May 12, 2009
    Throw a Nickel On the Grass

    Author unknown, Air Force traditional

    CHORUS:
    Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
    Throw a nickel on the grass save a fighter pilot's ass
    Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
    Throw a nickel on the grass and you'll be safe!

    Well, I'm cruising down the Yalu, doing six-and-twenty per
    I cried to my flight leader, "Oh, won't you save me, Sir!
    Got two big flak holes in my wings, my engine's outta gas!
    Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Got six MiGs on my ass!"

    CHORUS

    Well, I shot my traffic pattern, to me it looked alright
    The airspeed read one-niney, I really racked it tight
    The airframe gave a shudder, the engine gave a wheeze
    Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Spin instructions please!

    CHORUS

    The crosswind blew me sideways, the left wing hit the ground
    I firewalled the throttle, and I tried to go around
    I yanked that Sabre in the air, a dozen feet or more
    The engine quit, I almost ****, the gear came through the floor

    CHORUS
     
  4. snj5

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    #4 snj5, May 12, 2009
    I used to sing this while drunk at the Clark O Club, I **** you not

    DEAR MOM, YOUR SON IS DEAD


    Chorus:
    Dear Mom, your son is dead,
    He bought the farm today.
    He crashed his OV-10
    On Ho Chi Minh's Highway
    He made a rocket pass
    And then he busted his ass
    Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm



    Verse 1
    He went across 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
    Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm



    Verse 2
    He got right on the horn
    And gave ol' Big a call
    "Send me air, I've got a truck that's stalled
    And Big, he said "Alright,
    I'll send you Litter flight.
    For I have the power."



    Verse 3
    The fighters checked right in,
    Gunfighters two by two.
    Low on gas and tanker overdue.
    They asked the FAC to mark
    Right where the truck was parked.
    Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm



    Verse 4
    The FAC, he rolled right in
    With his smoke to mark
    Exactly where that truck was parked.
    The rest is still in doubt,
    For he never pulled out.
    Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm



    Dear Mom, your son is dead,
    He bought the farm today.
    He crashed his OV-10
    On Ho Chi Minh's Highway
    He made a rocket pass,
    And then he busted his ass
    Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm

    Spoken:

    How did he go?


    Straight in!


    What was he doing?


    351!


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  5. snj5

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    #5 snj5, May 12, 2009
  6. Bob Parks

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    #6 Bob Parks, May 12, 2009
    GAAD, Russ,
    I must have turned on some switches. You do a lot better than me in the song department but then I have some years on you and I can't remember everything. Thanks for your good addition. There was one that is appropriate here:

    " My eyes are dim, I cannot see.
    I have not brought my specs with me.
    So it's whiskey whiskey whiskey that makes you feel so frisky
    In the corps. In the corps.
    It's whiskey whiskey whiskey that makes you feel so frisky
    In the Army Air Corps.

    And on and on
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  7. snj5

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    #7 snj5, May 12, 2009
    As it has been brought to my attention I posted the same song as my right honorable friend, Mr. Phillips, in another thread. Despite his proletarian status as an EWO, which is why I never read his posts anyway, I acknowlwdge the aggregious faux pas. Mr. President, I proffer no excuse. I shall conduct myself with due haste to the Grog to atone for such a heinous infraction against this fine Mess...

    To the mess!!!

    And after adjournement to the O-club bar, a round of Jerimiah Weed on the Flight Doc for the EWO Taz-man.

    :)
     
  8. Bob Parks

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    #8 Bob Parks, May 13, 2009
    A classic post! Wouldn't it be marvelous for us to get together and tip a few in between lies. I fear that I couldn't keep up with you two. I'm even far behind the GIB.

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  9. snj5

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    #9 snj5, May 14, 2009
    Let's just say I can't keep up as well as I used to, and that wasn't much. I remember waking up once in the middle of a party in a hotel room with a sign taped to me that said "Warning - this man may throw up at any time".
     

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