FIGHTER PILOTS



Oh there are no fighter pilots down in Hell

Oh there are no fighter pilots down in Hell

The place is full of queers

Navigators, Bombardiers

But 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 to foreign shores

Making mothers out of whores

Oh there are no fighter pilots in the States!



Oh the bomber pilot's life is just a farce

Oh the bomber pilot's life is just a farce

The automatic pilot's on

He's reading novels in the john

Oh the bomber pilot's life is just a farce!

Oh there are no fighter pilots up in Fifth,

Oh there are no fighter pilots up in Fifth

The place is full of brass

Sitting 'round on their fat ass

Oh there are no fighter pilots up in Fifth!



Oh it's naughty, 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, naughty but it's nice!



(Or, in Ivy League colleges during the same era)



Oh the boys up at Yale get no tail,

Oh the boys up at Yale get no tail,

For lack of recreation

They resort to masturbation

It's a hell of a situation up at Yale.

Tune: Drink 'Em Down (Also verse of Johnny with the Bandy Legs)

@WWII @army @airplane

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