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1 Ail' I-'oice Gong
2 a 3 Aii- Corps Lanort
ij. Air I'ore3 JtoC0Bl
5 Boso.n Buddies
6 Boll potion Trousers
7 Cone and Join The Air Force
C Bore1s to the Begular Air Force
G Tiptanks una Tailpipes
9 II You Fly
10 I Bantou vjin-5
11 Jolly, Jolly BupLaud
12 Gui::ou Vfaterf all
12 G'niloy's Bar
13 Just OIvo Tie Operations
Hi Bin Bye
1$ ?l:b 21
l£ Bed pose Nips
Is TiC BonBquarters
15 rli Shouers
16 lou Can Toll A Fighter Pilot
17 Once Thop B'ere Happy
13 On Top oi Old Thud" Ridge
19 Parties, Banquets and Balls
20 Save A Fighter Pilot's Life (Pharton II)
21 Sln-ir- So Long
22 There Are no Fighter Pilots
23 Tlii'ottle Bender
2k ".fiio Chrns This Club
2k Zoot-3uits and Parachutes
25 Breck of Old ninety-Seven
26 nave I Told Bou Lately That I Love lou
26 Cool Bater
27 i; Bou've £Oi the Honey, I've z0^ "t^e Tii.:e
23 Ban Antonio Pose
23 Yellow Hose 01 Texas
2B Bod River Valley
29 CovBoy'o Lnnont
30 Tennessee Baits
30 Blue B^-es
30 Bono on the Panpe
31 Pad: up your Troubles
31 Tipper ary
31 Over There
31 Tell no phy
Continued or. meet pare.
Fade:: cortirued:
32 Seeing Fellie IIoliq
32 A Fan ;/ithout A ;jonan
32 Faddy Furphy
33 //abash Caaroi: Ball
3k For Ilor Lover Fho 'ias Far, Far A-ray
34 J net Because
35 Give By Feyards To Broaderay
35 Far Foovo G-a/raG'a's iaters
35 Fi; FooiFLFjbh Bay
35 Ghire or harvest l-Iooi:
36 Good Nlaht, Irene
36 For Fe and By Gal
37 Fy .Jlld Irish lose
37 In the Ivo-i;^ by the ihDorlight
37 Fy the Li.,lit o:: the Gilvery Loon
37 Fo:,p the Fov;e Fires Burring
37 Then Feu .Jere G"jost Gi::teen
3:" Long, Lore Frail
33 ly Gal Sal
30 Dixie
33 F 3? onley Lo-j G-eet Chariot
39 Lili hcrleue
h.0 Fy God Foe Flo Fo::oy Foils In
1-0 Ilinnic tlio Fornaid
111 Tie Flue Tail Fly
ii.2 Tita:eLc
1»3 Foil Toit Log Over
hi!. The Fo^-y, Fog ;y Deer
h5 The Forelan hitty
F6 That Old Gang of Fine
ho Fou Toll Fe loir Bream
h6 ••/her You :jbre A Tulip
U7 Lot The Feet 01 the World Go By
i;7 Fait Till The Gun Sliir.es Fellie
1>7 Sweetheart 0, GiGTia Chi
F3 Vivo Lhiieorr
US ^FIForpo-i Go::g
h? VJcltziiv; Fatilda
<0 Fallad 01 the hSl'Sa
51 Ballad 01 the Fight Fi_;ht-rs
(By Lt '^air: Gridger)
AIR FDECB SOKG
Off we goj into the wild blue yonder
Cliiribing high, into the sun
Here they cone zooming to meet our thunder
At >en boys,'give her the gun.
Down we dive, spouting orr flame from under ,
Off -with one hell of a roar,
We live in fame, or go down in flame,
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!
Here's a toast to the host of those who boast
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 ail of old
As down we roar to score the rainbow1s pot ol gold.
Here|.s a toast to the host.of those who boast
the JA3 ♦ Air Force!
1
AIT C0PP3 hlABNT
(Tune Battle Hymn of the Republic)
My eyes have seen the days of men who ruled the fighting sky
"vith hearts that laughed at death and lived for nothing but to
fly,
.But now these hearts are grounded and those days ere long gone
by,
'The Air huc3 has gone to HALL I
.A.'JJ: Glory ______Flying Regulations have then read at every
station
Crucify the nan who breaks then
The Air Force has gone to HBLLi
My bonce havo felt their pounding thverp a hundred thousand
strong,
A nighty airborne legion sent to right the deadly wrongs
But now it*s only memory, it only lives in song*
The Air Force has gone to H3LLI
I have seen then in their T~3olts when tneir eyes were dancing
flame,
I»ve seen their screaming poorer dives that blasted Goering^
name,
But now they fly like sissies and hang their heads in shame,
Their spirit's shot to HSLLi
They'fleer their rugged Thunder jots through a living hell
of-flack,
And bio :dy dying pilots gave their lives to bring the:.: back,
But now they all play Ping Pong in the Operations shack
Their technique *s gone to JELL I
Yes, the lordly Seeing Fortress and the Liberators, too,
Once -wrote the doom of Gernany with contrails in the blue
But rev the skies are empty and our planes ore wet vith deei,
And ore CarJt fly then for HSLL1
Teu heard your pounding 3>£s blase from wings of polished steel,
The purring of your Berlin eras a song your heart could feel,
But nooj the L-f> charms you with a moarin1 groanirJ squeal,
.aid it o/ill not climb for HALL I
I LAP ARNOLD built a fighting teoto: that sang tho fighting song,
About the wild blue yonder in the days when men oxore strong.
Bat no o ".Je fro closely supervised for four wo nay do wrong,
The Air p-m'oc has gone to H2LLJ
We were cocky, bold and happy orhen no flayed tho angel Js game,
,7e split the blue with bussing and ore rolled o\:r way to f an-3
#
But rev that*s all AJB.BATBB and weUe ail so gosh-darn tame,
Our spirit!s shot to IIBLLi
One day I bussed an airfield with another reckless chap,
We flew a hob formation with his vingtip in ray lap,
But there's a now directive and ore111 have no core of that,
Or you will burn in HALL!
2
Air Corps Lament (cont)
Have you ever climbed a Lightning up to where the air is thin?
Have you stuck her long nose down just to hoar the screaming din?
Have you tried to do it lately?
Better not---You * 11 auger in.
And then you'll sure catch HELL I
Mine eyes get dim with tears when I recall the days of old
VJhen pilots took their choice of being old or "young and bold"
Alas, I have no choice and I will live to be quite old,
The Air Force has gone to HELM
But smile awhile my pilot, 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 BELLI
FINAL CK0RU3
Glory - - no more regulations,"
Rip them down at every station,
Ground the guy that tries to make one
And let us fly like H3LLI
3
AIR FORCE "SOI"
(Tune: Wabash Cannon Ball)
Listen to the rumble^ Oh hear old Merlin roar
I'm flying over Moji, like I never flew before
Fxestr the mighty rush of the slipstream
And hear old Merlin roar
I111 wait a bit and say a prayer, and hope it gets me heme*
Itazuke tower, this is Air Force 801
I'm turning on the down-wind leg
My prop has over-run
My coolant's overheated, the gauge says one-two-one
You'd better call the crash crex^, and get them on the run*
Air Force 8015 this is Itazuke tower
I cannot call the crash crew, 'cause this is coffee hour I
You're not cleared in the pattern, now that is plain to see*
So take it on around again, we have some VIP I
Itazuke tower, this is Air Force 801
I'm turning on the downwind leg, I see your biscuit gun*
My engine's running rough, and the coolant's gonna blow
I'm gonna buy a Mustang, so look out down below!
Itazuke tower, this is Air Force 801
I'm turning on the final, " and runnin' on one lung
I'm gormirland-.this Mustang, no matter what you say
I gotta get my charts fixed up before that judgment day!
Air Force 801, this is judgment day
You're in Pilot's Heaven, and you are "here to stayi
You.just bought a Mustang, and you bouvht it well
The famous J\ir Force 801 was sent straight to Hell I
h
BOSOM 3UDDIT5
A fighter pilot lay dying
The r.edics had left liin for dead
Around iiin women Here crying
And these ere the words that he saido
why did I join the Air Force?
Iiother, dear Mother knew best
I lore I lay -under the wreckage
An F-U all over my chest a
Talco the dive brakes out of ny kidneysj
Take the buckets out of ny brain,
Take the throttle out of r^r shinbcne^
And assemble that Phantom again*
CkOAUT
\Je are the boys who fly high in the slcy^
B^son buddies while boozin1
We are the lads chat they send out to die:
Boson buddies while boozin*
There in the hangar they sing and they shout,
They tall: about things they know nothing about •
;jo are the boys who fly high in the sky^
To son", buddies while boozini
EBLL BOTTOM TROUSERS
Once I was a chamber maid
Down in Brury Lane
Ky nils tress she was kind to me
Hy naster was the same
"Till along came a sailor
Happy as could be
He was the cause of all my miseryo
CHORUS:
Bell Bottom trousers
Coats of Navy blue
He*11 climb the riggin*
Like his daddy used to do•
He asked me for a Kerchief
To tie about his head
He asked me for a candle
To light his way to bed
And I a silly maiden
Thinking it no harm
Jumped right in the sailor's bed
To keep the sailor warm.
GEORUS:
Early in the morning
About the break of day
A five pound note he gave to me
And this to me did say
You may have a daughter or
You may have a son
Take this note my dear
For the damage I have done*
CHORUS:
If you have a daughter
Bounce her on your knee
And if you have a son
Send the bastard out to sea*
Singing: CHORUS
Now the moral of this story
As you can plainly see is
Never trust a sailor
An inch above the knee*
6"
C:Z3 AID JOIN TH? All; rOI-CS
Come in :.-nd join the Air Force, itts a grand place so they say,
You never have to work at all,, just fly around all day*
While other work and study hard, and soon grow old and bling,
vie1!! take the air without a care, and yov!ll never mind»
CH0EU5 Oh, never mind, no, never niind5
0, come on and join the Air Force,
And you!11 never mind*
Cone on and get promoted as big as you desire^
You?re riding on a gravy train when you're an Air Force Flier,
But Just when you're about to be a general you111 find
The engine coughs, the wings fall cfl5 and you'll never mind*
.......... .CHORUS
Your're flying Over the ocean, you Lear your engine spit,
You see gv.a or op come to a stoe, the G D engine Js quit*
The ship won't float, you cannot swln, lw*e shorVis miles behind•
Oh, what a dish for the crabs and iish^ but you111 never mind*
.*•**,*«•» •CHORUS
Oh, when you loop and spin her, and Trith an awful tear,
You'll see your stubby wings fall off, but you will rover care.
For in about two minutes, Mac, another pair you:ll findc
Yon* 11 fly with Fete and the angels sweet, and yeu!ll never
mind,
Oh, then you meet a Fokker, he shoots you down in flames,
DonJt waste your time belly achin* and caliin* the begger
iiar.iest
Just push your stick into the groond, and pretty scon you111 find
There ain't no hell and all is well, and you111 never mind*
• • o * • « • „ * • •CHOKUS
Oh, we're just a bunch oi Air Force lads, and we don*t give a D
JCbout the groundlings1 point of view and all that sort of ham.
V/e wan:: a handed thousand ships of each and every kind,
And now Ue?ve got our1 own Air Force, so we!ll never mind*
• •......<• •CK0RU3
7
HIKE'S TO TI-L5 E2GULAI? AIR F3I£3
Here! 3 to the regular /iir Force
They have such a wonderful plan
They call up the ___reservists
Whenever the hits the £ani
They call up every old pilot
They call up every young man
The reservists they go to Viet Nam
The regulars stay in Thailand
Here!s to the regular Air Force
VJith medals and badges galore
If it werenlt for the reservist
Their would be dragging "the f loor i
CIiOPUS: Fight^on: Fight on;:.
Fi,Avt on regular Air Force
Fight on: Fight on:
TIPTAFK3 AHD TAILPTPA3
Eless then all, bless then all,
Bless tiptanks and tailpipes and all
3less old nan Lockheed for building this jet,
But I know a guy who is cussing him yet
"Cause he tried to go over the wall
V/ith tiptarks and tailpipes and all*
The needles did cross, and the wings did come off
■■•Jith Tip tanks and tailpipes aid all!
Through the wall, through the wall
Through the bloody invisible wall,
That transonic journey is nothing but rough
As bad as a ride on the local base bus*
So? I'm staying away from it all
Subsonic for me and that!s all
If you're hot you might make it,
But you111 prob'ly break it
Tour butt or your neck, not the walli
8
IF YOU FLY
CHORUS EtLd you go BOOH today?
Did you go BOOM today?
Two more blew up yc 3 tor day
G«Z* ain't here to stayl
If you fly an Eighty-nine
You must be deaf, dumb and cling"
For your life ainTt worth a dime,
v/hat?s your scheduled blow-up time?
If you fly a ninety-four
You will never holler mere,
For your lot we do not pine
It*s better than an Sirhty-ninel
♦ .•♦•♦ CIIOFUS
If you fly an Eighty-Six
You will really get your kicks
Bouncing those sub-sonic boys
Playing with their radar toys I
..... * .CH0FU3
If yea .fly a 101
Iellv:y6urseii. its really fun
One day it will pi'cell up with you
And you will wish ycu never flew*
i i « • • ♦ CnUriUS
If you fly a 102
Don*t go up unless its blue
For if you feel one drop of rain
You111 be pieces not a plane.
•♦...♦ GH0FU3
If you fly a IOI4
The whol world flocks to your door
Range is short, the wings don't last
But golly it sure does fly fast
• • « a . * «Gk0i".U>'J
If you fly a Thunder chief
You will soon shake like a leaf
Flying it nay make you sick
It handles like a great big brick
• • ♦ « ♦ • CHOIlUS
If you fly a phantom Two
Yvufre flying days will soon
be thru
It flies twice the speed of
sound
If you ever get off the ground
9
I WANTED WINGS
I wanted wings till I get the G*Bo things
Now I don't want them anymore«
They taught me how to fly*
And they sent me here to die,
I've had a bellyful of war,
You can save those GcD« zeros for the G,Do heroes,
Cause Distinguished flying crosses
Do not compensate for losses, Buster
CHOFUS: I wanted wings till I god the G*D. things
Now I don't want them anymore«
I111. take the dairies while the rest go down in flames,
Air combat spelled romance, But it made me wet my pants^
I'm not a fighter I have learned»
You can save those Messersohmitzes
For the other sons of B St
Cause I'd rather ______ a woman than be shot down in a Grumman*
I'm too young to die in a darned old P3Y
That's for the eager not for me
I don't trust my luck to be picked up in a duck
After I've crashed into the sea
Oh I'd.rather be a bellhop than a flyer on a flat top
vJith my hand around a bottle, not around a G«»D» throttle
Buster, I wanted wings, etc o.o
I don't want to tour over Berlin or the Ruhr
Flack always makes me loose my lunch
I get no hey-hey when they holler bombs away,
I'd rather be home with the bunch
Now theres one thing you can't'laugh off that is
■■Then they shooy your off«
Oh, I'd rather come home" buster$ with my _ _ than with a
cluster,
Buster - - I wanted wings, etc *o*
I don't fly for fun in a P-dash Five crash one
Blazing a patch for Pattonfs tanks e
Ky wife don't want insurance and I'm not out for endurance,
I'd rather go to Paris and spend Francles
In England it was blitzes and in France It Is Kesserschmitzes,
Oh, I feel like such a sucker when my - - - starts to
pucker---sucker
I wanted '-Tings, etc **<,
They fed us lousy chow but we stay alrvs somehow*
On dehydrated eggs and milk and stew,
./hat will they think of next, they'll be dehydrating sex,
Oh-that day I'll tell the coach I'm through
Ch, I really love lay bumpin and I like to do my pumpin,
But I'd rather G with chowder than to G with hunks of
powder . "" ""
'//anted win :s, etc a«9
10
JOLLI, JOLLI E1SLA15D
Oh, I don't ".-rant to bo a soldier,
I donTt want to go to war*
I just want to hand around Piccadilly on the ground,
Livin* off the earnings of me high born lady*
Monday I touched her on the ankle,
Tuesday 1 touched her on the knee*
/Jo-nesday success; I lifted up her dress,
Thursday her chemisey I did see*
I'.. ••, Friday I put my hand upon it,
Saturday she gave me B---- a tweak, tweak, tweak,
It was Sunday after supper I shoved the old boy upfer»
And now she earns me seven and six a week, Gor l blimey t
I don1 want to be a soldier,
I don't xrejit to go to war,
I just want to hang around Piccadilly on the ground,
Livin1 off the earnings of me high born lady*
I don't want a bullet up me---- ----,
I don't want ne bollicks shot away*
I just want to stay in England, in jolly, jolly England,
And -----me------ life away.
11
GUIKSA XiTAI.FALL
Beside a Guinea ^jaterf all, one bright and sunny day,
Beside Ids shattered Mustang a young pa-suiter lay,
His parachute hung from a nearby tree} he uas not yet quite dead*
So, listen to the very last words that young pursuiter said*
"I'iM going to a better land where everything is bright,
%Jhere whiskey flows from telegraph poles and there !s poker
every night*
There *s not a single thing to do but sit aroiuid and sing,
./here all cor crew chiefs are womennnimrjmnc
Oh, death whore is thy sting,
Ah, death whore is thy sting, ting-a-ling, tirig-aling *
Oh, death where is thy sting,
The bells oJ hell will ring ting~a-iing
For jov^ but :yt for me*
0*AILBIts BAR
'Twas a cold winter evening^ the guests were all leaving,
01Alley was closing the bar3
//lien ho tur712a and ho said to the lady in red:
"Get out, you can't stay whore you are*11
how she shod a big tear in the bucket of beer
As she thought of the cold night ahead;
'.Jhen a gentlenan dapper stepped out of the phone booth
And these are the words that he said:
uAer mother never told her
The tilings a young girl should know,
About the ways of Air Force men
And how they cone and go
Life has taker: her beauty,
And sin lias left its sad scare
3o remember your mothers and sisters, boys,
And let her sloop under the bar.
12
juoT xvjz i-v, op ujtiofs_
jni't give ne a F-33 with props that counter rotate,
They'll loop roll and spin, but they111 s::on auger In,
Don't give me a P-381
CHORUS I Just give me Operations
way out on some lonely atoll
For I an to: young to die
1 just want to go home *
Don't glue me a P-39 uith an engine tnat!s mounted behind
It ;jill tumble and roll and dig a deep hole,
Don5t give ne a P-39I
Don't give ne a Curtiss vferhawk, about it the pilots ail squawk
It flew like a sparrow but its gear was too narrow,
Don't give ne a Curtiss #ar hawkl
Don't give ne an old Thunderbolt, it gave nary a pilot a jolt
It looks like a jug and it flies 'like a tug
Don't give ne an old Thunderbolt!
Don't give ne an F-Shooting Star, it'll z- ^t n°t very far
It'll rumble and spout but soon will flone out,
Don't gove ne an F -Shooting Star I
Don't give ne an 86-D
With rockets, radar and TV
Shoe' fast I don't care,
She blows up in Hid Air
Don't give ne an 36-Di
Don't give ne an F-81i, that dirty ground loving whore,
I*d love to abort, but the runways too short,
Don't give ne an F-81;l
Don't give ne an F-86 with wings like broken natch sticks
They'll zoon and they'll hover, but as for top cover
Don't give nee.- an F~36i
Don't give ne an lOij. It's never established a score,
It nay fly In weather but won't hold together,
Don't give ne a 101;*
Just give ne an old Phanton Two, to fly through the heavens of
blue
At nach two I can roan and I always get hoi,:e
Just give ne an old Phanton Two •
13
BIG EYE
(Tune: You are ny Sunshine)
You are my Big Eye, my only Big Sye5
You guide my lighters
-/hen skies are grey
I chase your bogies from here to Hanoi
Just to find they have gone the other way*
The other day boys, as I was flying,
I heard Big Eye Controller say:
"I've got a bogie down by Hanoi
Won't you head your jet that-a-way?"
He said he had me in radar contact
And I believed him like a dope,
I flew to Hanoi - and still no bogie
He had chased a fly across the scope I
You were my Big Eye, my only Big JSye,
How could you let me down thus i-jay?
My chute was swingin' - they heard me singin'
Won't you take that Big Eye away?
1U
NIG 21
(Tune: I T!ought I Taw a Putty Cat)
I Thought I taw a i-iig 21
A'tweeping up on ne
I did, I did, 1 taw him
As big as he could be I
Jt~3 NCG3 HIC-5
(Tune: Shrimp Boats)
Oh, the Red Nose Nigs are coiiin1
Hot a Phatom in sight
Oh, the Red Nose Higs are comin1
And they want to fight •
Let!s hurry, harry home
Oh, won't you hurry, hurry hone?
Oh, the Red Nose Nigs are comin1
Not a Phantom in sight I
TAG ildADGuAPTGRS
(Tune: Pepsi-Cola)
PACAF Headquarters is the spot
Twenty-eight colonels, that's a lot
Lots of brass with nothing to do
PACAF Headquarters is the place for youi
Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken ««*«
FLAK 5H0.-EES
(Tune: April Showers)
Although flak showers may cone your way
They'll bring the panic, that makes you say
"My fuel is BINGO, I!m going home
So if you want to stay and fight, you may
Stay and fijht alone I
I've added throttle, I'm on my way
I111 Hv-'-i to come back some other day.
So keep on strafing that position
And knock it oat for me
I'm lust a close supporter, can't you seel
15
YOU CAN T5LL A FIGHTS PILOT
(Tune: Ky Eyes Have Seen the Glory)
By the ring around his eyeball,
You can tell a bombardier
You can tell a bomber pilot by the spread around his rear
You can tell a navigator by his sextants, maps and such
You can tell a fighter jockey, but you cannot tell bin much!
IIAPAU4
(Tune: The Good Ship Titanic)
It was up by Hanoi wher the Red meets the sea
I viae out on a recce to see what I could see,
>Jhen I spied a farmer man with his pitchfork in his hand,
It was sad when my napalm went down*
CHORUS It was sad, oh,, it was sad,
It was sad when my na.palm went down (hit the farmer)
There were husbands and wives
(itty bitty children lest their lives)
It was sad when my nap alia went doimi
It was up by Dong Hoi where I won my DFG
I was out on a recce to see what I could see,
••/hen I spied a church below and I let my rockets go
It was sad when thos rockets went down*
CHORUS It was sad., Oh, it was sad,
It was sad when those rockets went down (hit the steeple)
All the people ran like hell,
When those rockets hit the bell,
It was ■§"$&■''when those rockets went down.
It was up by Thi Kugen when I knew that I was through
The 37!s and 5>7*s had shot my turbine through.
It was when I hit the silk~oh5 my God* I strained my milk I
It was sad when that pilot went down.
CHORUS It was sad., oh, It was sac,
It was sad when that pilot wend down (hit the bottom)
There were husbands and wives
(Itty bitty children lost their lives)
It was sad when that pilot went down*
16
0I1CB TKSY TBK: HAPPY
(Tune: Han on: the Flying Trapeze)
.Once they were happy, completely at ease,
They flew their F-80*s like a sT.jin^in* trapeze
They looped 'em, they roiled Tem, the bounced DC-3Ts
But, alas, boys, their wings have been clippedi
One day they approached Itazuke
Jet leader called echelon right
Mustangs at nine O'clock level,
Lets* see if 8th Fighter will fighti
The F80»s broke left and the Mustangs broke right
I think they see us, says jet Four- in fright
They're all pullin1 streamers, says Jet Number three,
Let's go home, this is no place to be I
But the Mustangs had sighted the Bogies,
They pulled through the top of a loop,
The dove on the trembling F-80's
My God, they have scrambled^."the Grooocooop;
The Jets headed home at a hundred percent,
In fact, number Yovr had the throttle stop bend
Back to Misawa, to Kisai/a they went
Ilever to bounce any morel
17
ON TOP OF OLD THUD RIDCS
(Tune: On Top of Old Smokey)
On top of old Thud Ridge
AH covered tilth flak
I lost ray poor wing man
He111 never get back.
For flying is a pleasure
And dying a grief,
And a quick-triggered Commie
Is worse than a thief*
For a thief will just rob you
And take all you save
But a quick—triggered Commie
Will send you to the grave«
The grave will decay you
And turn you to dust
Not a Commie in a thousand
Can an old F-U can1 trust©
Now when the bad weather
Keeps the ships down
All day we can hear this
This horrible sound:
"Attention all pilots
Now listen to this
There*11'be a short meeting
That you dare not miss*11
They'll give us some lectures
Then give us some more^
But we have all heard them
Twenty-five times or more*
Now listen you trainees
You can't fight the Group
Whatever they tell you
Is superfluous poop<>
Now the moral of this story
Is easy to see
Donft go to Haiphong
Or old Quang Khe
IS
P.U':TI33, 3AI?:^.::.ST:-J -ill) IdJXS
(Tuen: Take be Out to the Ball Gene)
Parties, banquets, and balls, boys
Parties, banquets and balls
Ac Provident Johnson has said before,
There is only one :~ay to stay out oi a :-rar
That's r-rith parties, banquets, are balls, boys
Parties, banquets ana'.alls
,/erli have parties and banquets,
And banquets and parties,
and balls, balls, balls,!
Let's have a party, iet1^ have sone fun
Let!s have a party, the h97th Fighter Squadron is
here tonight*
breal: ri^ht, break left, streamers ofi the uin^j
Snap drajous, si-reet rolls, vie ao everything.
.ye are the ^oj boys iron old U30II
Hello, hello/hello, he-1110-0-0-C-0#
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z:::l a fighthl pilot's in (phantom n)
It :v:.s midnight in boon, all the pilots mere in bed
.-/hen up stopped Colonel _____ And this is uhat he sale;
I ha to tliis God Dan place!
phantoms, gentle pilots, peautcms one aid ell
Phantoms, pintle pilots - and the pil:te shouted B____3___\
;i-isn up stepped a poung Lieutenant mith a voice as hereh as
brass
You can take these G D Phantoms Jade and shove *eri up jeer A
CHCLbS: oh hallelujah, oh hallelujah
pbrou a nickel on the grass
Save a fighter pilot1 s Ass,
Oh, hallelujah, oh hallelujah
Thro:-; a nickle on the grass
And you'll be saved*
Cruising deem the Red Liver doing Leer Gighty per
I called to my Plight Leader, :r0h orcn't pea save me sir!
Got tuo bip holes in my miug, my tanks ain't pot no gas
Lupdap - Hayday - Heyday - got six I-TGG on my Ass 1
I flex* ny traffic patter, to me it looked ail right,
hp air speed read 330* Lp God, I racked it tight
I timed onto the final, nv engines gave a uheese
Hayday ~ I-iayday - Colonel ____________: Gpin Instructions
please I
Fouled up ny crossirind landing, np left irieig hit the ground
Cane a call from toerer: nPull up and go around.:t
Lacked that Phantom In the air a dozen fe:t cr more
I'm on my back, it's irerso than flak, uhy did I use full bore?
Split s orrt3 np bomb run I got too G D lov
I pressed the pickel button, let botTT my loaoies go
I sucked the stick back in rip gut ~ I hit a high-speed stall
Horn I vroiPt see mp nether "hen the uork!s all done this fall I
Ihep sent me up to Hanoi, the brief said !t3koshe ack ackfI
Lut \)y the time I got there ny irings uere holed by flak
by aircraft Trent Into a spin, it no.GH "c longer fly
Heyday - Payday ~ G^Ionel iHallilrell": I'.am too young to die I
I balled let from that Phantom, my Lmiding uas top line
iJith my 2 and G equipment I made for our front line
But vrhen I opened up my ration tin to see r-rhat i;as in it
r£ho G___D___t Personal'Equipment had filled the thing uith
3____.
Lorn in the Hanoi Hilton I am oblipi..' to sit
Per odb cannot go very far on a ration Tin of 3
If I an ever free again, I uHi no longer fly ~ ~~
But I'll have Fereonal Lqeipment Bull Ghit lor breakfast till I
die.
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SINGING- SO LONG
I!ve sung this song and IJ1I sing It again
Of the things that I've clone and the places I*ve been
Some of the tings that have bothered my mind,
And a lot of good wingnien that I*ve left behind*
CHOF.US: Singing so long, It!s been good to know you*
So long, itfs been goad to know you,
This story begins when we gathered to brief*
We harked to the words of our5 dark headed chief*
Ke said, "Listen, men, and I'll give you the score
About what*s the way with the fUC
• *.'••« * *CH0RU3
We turned on the runway and started to roll*
I gavp her the throttle and ^gvxsO.. on the coal
The Jato was heavy, my God* it was thick,
So I went on the gauges and yanked on the stick.
»••»••« .CII0BU3
Vic flew up to Thud Eidge and dodged all the flak.
1 called to my leader, "Oh, please take me back*
I?a tired of flying these big Iron Birds ,t!
But instead of turning he uttered these words*
..•♦••• oCKORUS
We then went to Hanoi and dive bombed the rails*
:/e broke to the right with the flak on our tails,
We rendezvoused high with the Nigs in the sun,
And I thought to myself we should give her the gun,
••••••• *CHDEUS
When we circled to join up it was a great race*
The Jigs would soon be there and give us a chase#
Kumber Four nanfs one thousands were still tightly hung*
If we didn't leave soon we would surely be done*
»•♦.•♦• *CHOEUS
I called to ny leader, "Ifm way low on fuel*
If you turn around quick I can get back to old Ubon,!T
Just then he shouted, "There's nigs pulling lead,
So weJll break to the left and we711 get up sor;ae speed*
• • . * * « • •CHORUS
Well, I broke to the left and I felt a great jar*
A whistling golf ball had cut rny main spar*
Ky canopy jammed and ny engines flamed out,
And over the R T I started to shouto
«•••••• •CHORUS
Buddies, so long itfs been good to knew youo
So long, its been good to know you
So long, its been good to know you*
But there1 s not a whole lot that I've got to say,
For it looks like I auggered to-day.
thses abe i;o Fiaiiran pilots:
Oh there are no fighter pilots do;m i:: Kell
Oh there are no fighter pilots doi-m in Hell
The place is full 01 queers
Navigators s Bombar dioi s
Oh there are no fighter pilots doiai in Helli
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the States
Oh there are no lighter pilots in the States
They are off or* foreign shores
making mothers out of ^^^^
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the States I
Oh the bomber pilot:s life is just a farce
Oh the bomber pilot:s life is lust a farce
The automatic pilot!s on
Reading novels in the John
Oh the bomber pilots life is jus a farce
Oh the bomber pilot never tahos a dare
Oh the comber pilot never takes a dare
His gyros are uncaged
And his women overaged
Oil the bomber pilot never takes a dare I
Oh there no iihtor pilots up: in ?th
Oh there are no- fighter pilots up in 7th
The place is full of brass
Sitting around on their fat Ass,
Oh there are no fighter pilots up in 7thI
Oh there are no fighter pilots in Japan
Oh there are no fighter pilots in Japan
They are all across the bay-
Being shot at every day
Oh there are no fighter pilots in Japanl
Oh it's naughty naughty naughty but itJs nice
If you ever do it once you'll do it t:iice
It!ll ureck your reputation
But increase the population
It's naughty naughty naughty but it!s nicei
When a bomber jockey walks into our club
VJken a bomber jockey -walks into our club
He don't crink his share of suds
All he does is flub his dub
Oh there ere no fighter pilots doim in Hell I
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THROTTLE BBIIDBR
(Tune: McNaraara's Band)
My nana is Throttle Bender,
I'm the leader of the gang;
I burn up lots of engines,
But I don't give a Dang,
To me full bore is normal cruise,
Cause I don't give a darn;
Ky boys can never catch me
They've got a lot to learn*
CHORUS ;Je are the boys from old Uboii,
;je exe the boys from old Uhcn,
vie are the boys from old Ubon,
We fly with the 8th Tac Ftr Wing.
My name is Throttle Bender
I!m the leader of the Group,
I always cause confusion
But I don't give a hoot.
I climb too slow, I dive too fast,
I pull excessive G!ss,
I know my boys are f ollo-;ing,
I hear their knocking knees»
« • • • •CHORUS
My name is Throttle Bender,
Ifm the leader of the Wing*
I haven't led a group in years
So I don't know a thing
About the wing formation, boys,
That I an going to lead;
But I'm the Ifing Commander
So there really is no need*
« , • . ♦ CHORUS
Now is you lead a flight, boys,
Or if you lead a Group;
Lend an ear and you will hear
The latest kind of poop*
From Hanoi to Hai Phong
You'll hear the boys all say,
The leader bent the throttle, so
I had it rough today0
• • • . « CHORUS
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WHO 0WH5 THIS CLUB
Oh> we*re the boys from the li97th,
You've heard so nuch about
The mothers keep their daughters in
Whenever we go out©
WeJre alwajrs drinking whiskey
And we!re always full of boose
Oh we3re the boys from the U97th,
And who the hell are yov.se 1
Who owns this club oo ~ wa ~ wa
who owns this club oo - wa - wa
Who owns this club the people cry - eye - eye
We own this club oo - wa ~wa
We o'-jn this club oo - wa -wa
l|9?th Fighter Squadron we reply - eye - eye
Repeat
Z00T-5TIIT5 AI1D PARACKUOSS
(Tune: Bell Bottom Trousers)
There once lived a Fraulein down necr Fursty way,
She loved the jet bo;rs, especially their pay*
Along came a "Buzz-boy" as happy as could be,
He was the cause of all her misery.
CIIOKUS Zoot-suits and parachutes
Wings of silver too,
He'll fly a fighter like his daddy used to do,
lie ask her for a candle to light his way to bed,
He ask her for a pillow to rest his wear head.
She like a foolish maid, thinking it no harm,
Jumped right in beside him. to keep the "Buzz boy11 warm*
Early in the morning before the break of day
He handed her some Deutsche Karks and this he had to say:
I?Take this my darling for damage I have done,
3y me you?ll have a daughter, or by me you111 have a son11 •
Now if you have a daughter bounce her way up high
And if you have a son send the rascal out to fly
The moral of this story as you can plainly see,
Is never trust a buss-boy an inch above your knee*
2h
HR5CK OF OLD NINETY - S^h
There were 97 aircraft parked out on the apron
And there wasn't room for raore
Ilbw the first 96 were of modern construction
And the last was a DH-ii*
The first hi were reserved for the majors
And the captains had the next k9
There was one ship left on the end of the apron
It "was the last ship in the line*
It was old t?9?J? and her fuselage was rusty
And her :dn^s were warped and bent
And she sagged ir, the middle like a cow in the pasture
Like a cow that was quite contents
Then a 2d Lt wandered into operations
And he asked for a ship or two
But they said, "Young man we are nighty short of aircraft,
But we111 see what we can do*n
It was old !t97!! and she had a fine record
But she hadn't been flown that yecx
And she growled and she groaned when he warned up her engine
tdause she knew that her end was near*
So they flew over Birmingham and South Alabama
'Till the clouds began to fall
'Till they settled down on the tops of the mountains
And you couldn't see a thing at all*
So he turned to the left and he flew Into a snowstorm
So he turned back to the right
'Till he found a railroad going in his direction and he said
tr3y God,, we* 11 get there tonight«tl
her nose in a southerly direction
And he kept those tracks in sight
'Till they disappeared in the side of a mountain
And he ended his last long flight.
It was old lI97n with her nose in the mountain
And her wheels upon the track
How her throttles were bent in the forward direction
But her engine was pointed back*
All you Air Force ladies please take fair warning
IIo natter where you roan
Never say harsh words to your aviator boy friend
Ke may leave you and never cone home*
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HAT: I TCLD YOU LATJLY THAT 1 LOY] YOU
Have I told you latelj that I love you?
Could I tell you once again somehow?
Have I told you with-all my heart and soul hoi* I adore you?
Well, darling, I:m telling you now<>
This heart would break in two if you*d refuse ne»
Ifm no good without you anyhow«
Dear, have I told you lately that 1 love you?
■/Jell> darling, I'm telling you nowQ
Have I told you lately that 1 niss you?
When the s bars are shining in the sky*
Have I told you why the nights arc long whan you're not with me?
I-fell, darliiig, IHm telling you now*
Have I told you lately when pra sleeping
Hvory dream I area::: is you somehow
HaveH 1 told you HEM,.ill:: to share my lovo forever?
Well, darling, I"m tailing ya-u now*
COOL rIATHR
Allclday I've faced the barren waste ,
Without the taste of water, cool, clear water, water,
Old Dan and I, out throats so dry,
It's those that cry for water, cool, clear water, irater,
CHORUS Keep a-movin* Dan, don?t you listen to him Ban,
He * s a devil not a man,
And he spreads the burning sands :dth water, water,
Dan, can you see that big green tree,
Where the water's flowing free.,
And It's waiting there for you and me; cool clear water, water.
The nights are cool and I?m a fool,
Each starss a pool of water, cool, clear water, water,
But with the dawn 1*11 wake and yawn.
And carry on to water, cool, clear water, water^
• . # « *CH0RU3
The shadows sway and seem to say,
Tonight we pray for water, cool, clear water, water,
And way up there he* 11 hear our prayer,
And snow'us where there!s water, cool, clear water, water
. o * o •CH0EU3
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IF IOU'75 GOT TIG IIOITST^ I!v3 GOT THE TIK5
If you've got tho money, I We got the tins
We'll go honky-tonking and ivo * 11 have a time.
We'll make all the night spots
We111 do then up fine.
If you've got the money, honey
I've got the tins.
There ain't no use to tarry,
So let's start out tonight,
We111 spread jo;--, oh boy, oh boy*
And We'll spread it right,
We111 have more fun baby,
If you've got the money, honey,
I've got the time*
If you've got the money,
I've got the tine
We'll go honky-tonkin1
And We'll have a tine.
Bring along your Cadillac
Leave my old wreck behind*
If you've got the money, honey,
I*-ve got the time*
Yes, we'll go ho nicy-tonkin'
Hake every club in town.
We'll go to the park, where it's dark
We won't fool around•
But if you run short of money,
I111 run short of tine.
'Cause you with no more money, honey
Ifve got no more time*
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s— ANTOCTO llOSZ
Deep within my ho art lies a melody,
A song of old San Antone,
Where in dreams I live with a memory,
Beneath the stars all alone*
It was there I found beside the Alamo,
Enchantments strange as the blue v.p above*
A moonlit patch that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love©
Moon in all your splendor., know only my hearty
Gall back my rose, rose of San Antone*
Lips so sweet and tender, like petals fallen apart.
-Speak once again of my love-, my own*
Broken songs, empty words I know,
Still live in my heart a!).l alone,
For that moonlit patch by the Alamo,
And rosej my rose of San Antone*
Y3LI0W FOSE 0? T&iAS
There's a yellow rose in Texas,
I!m going there to see,
ITo other fellow knows her,
Nobody only me •
Shee cried so wfcen I left her,?
II like to br$M he? heart,
And If we ever meet again,
We never more shall parte
CHORUS She's the sweetest rose oi color
A fellow ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds,
They sparkle like the dew*
You may talk about your dearest maid
And sing of Rosy Lee«
But the yellow rose of Texas
Beats the gals of Tennessee„
Oh, I'm going back to find her,
I-Iy heart is full of woe,
We'll sing the songs together,
We sang so long ago,
I'll pick the banjo gaily
And sing the songs of yore,
And the yellow rose of Texas
Shall be mine forever more.
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FDD RIir5?; uAILDF
From tliij valley the7 say you are going*
~Te "--Jill miss your bright eyes am sweet smile*
For they say you are talcing the sushine*
That has brightened my lifie for a while*
CF0FU3 Corns and sit by my side* little darling*
Do not hasten to bid me adieu*
But remember the Fed Fiver Valley,
And the cowboy who loved you true*
Do you think of this valley you're leaving*
Cf your parents so kind and so true*
Do you think of the kind hearts you are breaking,
And the cowboy who loves you so true*
. * . * ♦CHORUS
TH5 COWBOY'S LAI2ITT
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo*
As I walked out in Laredo one day*
I spied a eowpurcher all wrapped in white linen*
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay*
0* beat the drum slowly and play the file lowly*
play the dead march as you carry me along*
Fake me to the valley* there lay ths sod GTer me*
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong*
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy*
These words he did say as I slowly stored by*
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story*
l8m shot in the breast and I know I must die*
It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing*
Once in the saddle I used to go gay*
Then I first took to drinking and the took to gambling*
Got shot in the breast and I!m dying today*
Let sixteen gamblers come carry my coffin*
Let six pretty maidens come sing me a song*
Take me to the graveyard, there roll the sod O'er me*
For I'm a yoang cowboy and I know I've done wrong*
'.To beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly*
And bittery wept as we bore him along*
For we all loved our comrade so brave* young* and handsome*
~:Ja all loved our comrade altho' he'd done ::rong»
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Tdkiwdsid: waltz
I was waltzing tilth my darling
To the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend 1 happened to meet*
Introduced him to my loved one
And while the;-- -were waltzing
lly friend stole my sweethoert from me*
I remember the night
And the Tennessee Waltz•
How I know just 11077 much I have loot*
Yes, I lost my little darling
The night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz»
-vr -r-« -•-r'"v~r
1 am thinking toni ht of my blue eyes
Who is sailing far over the sea.,
Oj I'm thinking to night of my blue eyes
And I wonder if she ever thinks of me.
Teu told me once dear that you;d love me,
And you said that Tie never mould part.,
But a 11:1: In that chain has been broken,
Leaving me with a sad and aching heart.
When that coid? cold grave has enclosed me^
".Till you come dear and shed just one tear^
And say to the strangers about me5
A poor heart you have broken lies here*
T.VC - ? rv ■T>~r ? 7~- "■. rv^''7i
Ghj give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
.There the dear and the antelope play5
Where seldom Is heard a discouraging word
ArxL the skies are not cloudy all day*
CrIGPAo Koine 3 heme on the range j
"//here the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not clcudy all day,
How often at night when the heavens are bright^
With the light of the glittering stars^
Have I stood there aliased,
And asked as I gazed^
If their glory exceeds that of ours,
• . • . oCHOHUd
PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that!s the style.
What's the use of worrying,
It never was worth while,
So _____pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,
And Smile, Smile, Smile.
T1PPERARY
It's a Ions way to Tipperrary,
It's a long way to go;
It's a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know
Farewell to Piccadilly,
Good-bye Leicester Square;
It's a long, logn way to Tipper ary,
But my heart's right there•
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there,
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming everywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer,
Send the word, send the word, to beware.
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't be back 'til it's over,
Over there, over there.
T3LL !1S WHY
Tell me why the stars do shine,
Tell me why the ive twines,
Tell me why the skies are blue,
And I will tell you just whi I love you.
Because God made the stars to shine,
Because God made the ive twine,
Because God made the skies so blue,
Because God made you, that's why I love you.
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. SS3IUG I^ELLIE HGKE
In the sky a bright star glittered,
On the baric a pale moon shone,
And Tims from Aunt Dinah's quilting party,
I was seeing He Hie home.
CE0D.U3 I was seeing Nellie hone,
I was seeing Nellie home,
!Twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party,
I was seeing Nellie hone*
On my arm a soft hand rested,
Rested light as ocean foam,
And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party
I was seeing Nellie home*
♦ • . • •GHOltUS
A ILAU WITHOUT A WCSiAfl
A man without a woman is like a ship without a sail,
Just like a boat without a rudder, akite wit out a tail.
A mam without a woman is like a wreck cast on the sand.
But" if. there's one thins worse in the universe,
It's a woman, I said a woman, its a woman without a man*
Now you can rolla silver dollar 'cross the barroom floor,
Axid It'11;roll because it's round.
A woman never knows what a good man she' s got
Until she turns 'hem down.
Now, listen, my honey, won't you listen to me
■I want you to understand
Just as a silver, dollar goes from hand to hand,
A woman goes from man to man - in Korea
A woman goes from man to man.
PADDY KulLPKT
The night that Paddy Murphy died
I never shall forget
The whole bloomed town got stinking drunk
And there's some not sober yet.
The only thing they did that night
That filled my heart with fear
They took the Ice right off the corpse
And put it on the beer.
That's how they showed their respects for Paddy Murphy
That's how they showed him their sorrow and their pride
That's how they shxred their respect for Paddy Murphy
Respect for Paddy Murphy on the night that Paddy died.
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WABASH CANNO.H BALL
From the great Atlantic Ocean,
To the zn.de Pacific shore,
From the street Orsr flowing mountains
To the south belle by t:.e moor
She's mighty tall and handsome
She' s know quite well by all
For she's the combination
Of the ffabash Cannon Ball,
CHORUS Listen to the jingle,
The rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodlands,
Thru the bills and by the shore ;
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
Eear those lonesome hoboes squall
While travelin' thru the jungle
On the Wabash Cannon Ball*
Our eastern states are dandy
So the people always say
From Hew York to St. Louis
And Chicago by the way;
From the hills of Minnesota
Where the rippling waters fall
Ho changes can be taken
on the Wabash Cannon Ball.
• * * » * #GnQFtIfc
She came down to Birmingham
Dr^3 cold December day,
As she pulled into the station
You could hear all the people say
There's a gal from Tennessee;
She's long and she * s tall
She came down to Birmingham
On the //abash Cam:on Ball.
* ♦ « « * tCnJliuS
Now here's to Daddy Claxton
Hay liis name forever stand,
And always be remembered
In the courts throughout the land*
His earthly race is over,
And the curtains around him fall.
We'll carry him home to Dixie
On.the Wabash Cannon Ball*
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FOR HDF LOViilll VJIIO MAS FA?:, 1-AD A'JA:!
hound her leg she were a yellow garter
She wore It in December and thru the mrry month of May
But when the;- asked her why the hell she -ore it
She wore it for her Airman who was far, far away.
CHORUS Far away, far away, oh, she wore it for
her lover who was far, far away
Far away, far away, oL, she wore it for
her lover who was far, far away.
Behind the door, her father placed a shot wan,
It stood there In December and thru the marry nonth of May
But when they asked her why the hell It stood there,
She said it T-ras for that Airnan who was far, far away.
ciiorrjs ••«,...••«
Down the block she pushed a baby carriage
She pushed from December thru the inarry north of Hay
"■/hen I asked her win,7* In the hell she pushed it
She pushed it for that Airman who was far, fear away.
CII0FU3........• «
JUST BD0AH3B
Oh, iust because you think you're so pretty,
Oh, just because you thirl: you're so hot,
Just because you think youJve go sonothiug
VJkat nobody else has jot.
■■fell just because you spend all ^y nouey
aud, Honey, you call ne f?01d Santa Claus"
Baby, I}n telling you Honey, I!:;i through with you
Because, Just because*
3U
GIVH TTY H^AHDS T^ BROADWAY
Give my regards to Broadway,
Kemember me to Herald Square.
Tell all the boys on forty-second street
That I xri.ll soon be there*
v/nisper of hoi-x I»m yearning
To mingle irith the old-time throng
Give my regards to old Broadway
And say that I!ll be there forever more.
FAR A30VS CAYUGA'3 &VERS
Far above Cayuga*s waters,
l&th its waves of blue,
Stands our noble Alma Hater,
Glorious to view*
CIDRUS Lift the chorus, speed it onward,
Loud her praises tell*
Hail to thee, our Alma Kater,
Hail, all hail to old Cornell*
Far above the busy humming,
Of the bustling toun,
Reared against the arch of Heaven
Looks she proudly down*
GE0FU3 .......
OH IIOOIILIGHT BAY
",Je were sailing along, on moonlight bay
You could hear the darkies singing,
They seemed to say,
You have stolen my heart,
iJou don't go a:ray,
As they sang love*s old sweet song,
On moonlight bay*
sijlhj] oh iiai^st noon
Shine on, shine on, Harvest Koon
Up in the sky*
I ain*t had no loving since
January, February, June or July.
Snotf time ainft no time to stay
Outside and spoon,
So shine on, shine on Harvest Moon
For me and my gal.
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GOOD I-HB, TP31®
CHORUS: Irene, good night,
Irene, good night,
Godd night, Irene, Good night, Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.
Land Saturday night I got married,
Me and my wife settle d down,
Now me and my wife are parted,
Gonna take a little stroll down town*
CHORUS ••♦.•.♦
Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in the town
Sometimes I take a great notion
To jump in the river and drown.
Stop you rambling,
Stop your gambling,
Stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and family
And stay by the fireside so bright•
CHORUS . ......
FOR m AHD IlY GAL
The bells are ringing
For me and my gal,
The birds are singing
For me and my gal*
Everybody1s been knowinj
To a wedding they*re going
And for weeks they've been sewing,
Every Susie and Sal.
They*re congregating
For me and my gal
The Parson's waiting
For me and my gal
And someday, we!re going to build
A little home for two, or three or four or more
In loveland, for me and my gal.
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My wild Irish Rose
The sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere
But none £an compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My mid Irish Pose,
The sweetest flower that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose*
IN THJ E75NING BY TP^ MOOHLIGHT
In the evening by the moonlight,
You can hear those people singing*
In the evening by the moonlight,
You can hear those banjos!s ringing.
How the old folks would enjoy it,
When they sang in the evening,
By the moonlight*
BY TIE LIGHT OF THS SILVERY KOOH
By the light of the silvery moon,
I love to spoon*
To my honey I til croon Love's sweet tune;
Honeymoon, Keep on shinin1 in June,
Your silvery beams will bring love's dreams,
We'll be cuddlin' soon,
By the light of the Silvery Moon,
KB3P THS H0K3 FIKSS BURHING
Keep the home fires burning,
While dear hearts are yearning,
Through the lads are far away,
They dream of home.
There 's a silver lining,
Thru the dark clouds shining*
Turn the dark clouds inside out,
Till the boys come home.
Wi-EN YOU WSRS SoHST SIXTEEN
I love you as I never loved before
Since first I saw you on the village green
Come to me, here my dream of love is O'er
I love you as I loved you
When you were sweet sixteen.
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L0I3Q LOi:a TDAIL
There's a long, Ion,; trail a-winding,
Into the land of ny dreads,
'.filere the rights ngale is singing,
And the white moon beans,
There's a long, Ion- night ol waiting
Until ny dreans all cone true,
Till the da2r when. I111 be going
Down that long, long trail with you*
rCf D-1L DAL
They called her frivolous Dal,
A peculiar sort of a gal,
With a heart that was nollew,
An all round good fellow, was ny old pal5
Your sorrows, troubles, and cares^
She was always i-jilliiig to share,
A wild sort of devil,
But dead on the level, was ny gal Dal.
DIXIE
I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old tine there are not iorgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
In Dixieland where I was born in
Early on a frosty norni::*
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland♦
CD0P.UD Oh I wish I was in Dixie, hurrah, Hurrah,
In Dixie land I'll take 117 stand
To live and die in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
There »s buckwheat calces and Injun batter
l-IaI:Gs you fat or a little latter,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
Den hoe It down and scratch your grabble
To Dixieland I«n bound to travel,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
CHDDU3 .♦••..♦♦
3 jiiTc- ldt s-.nag cdhdiot
I looked over Jordan,
And -what did I see there,
Coning for to carry me hone?
A band of angels coning after inc,
Coning for to carry no hone.
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(Swing Low Sweet Chariot - continued)
CHORUS Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry mo heme,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home#
If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me hone,
Tell all my friends I!m coming too,
Coming for to carry me home,
choeus . . .....
LILI I-LUaaiBS
Undorneath the lamp post by the barracks gate,
Standing ail alone, every night you111 see her wait,
She waits for the boy who marched away
And though he*s gone she hears him say
Oh, promise you111 be true
Fare the well, Lili Marlene
Till I return to you
Fare thee well, Lili Marlene.
Underneath the lamp post by the barracks gate
Standing all alone, every night you!ll see her wait
For this is the place a vow was made
And breezes sing her serenade.
Oh, promise you'll be true
Fare thee well, Lili Marlene
Till I return to you,
Fare theewell, Lili Marlene*
Underneath the lamp post b$r the barracks gate
Standing all alone, every night you'll see her wait
And there in'/the lamp light it is said
A halo shines above her head
Oh, promise you111 be true
Fare thee well, Lili Marlene
Till I return to you
Fare thee well, Lili Marlene.
Underneath the lamp post by the barracks gate
Standing all alone, every night you111 see her wait
And as they go marching to the fray
The soldiers all salute and say
We111 tell him you've been true
Fare thee well, Lili Marlene
TiU I return to you
Fare thee well, Lili Marlene*
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HI GOD IRH TI^ KON5Y ROLLS IN
('Puna: My Born"7 Lies Over the Ocean)
My Father makes rum in the bathtub
Ky mother makes two kinds of gin
My sister .makes' love for a living
K7 God how the money rolls in*
CHORUS:
Rolls in, rolls in, Ky God how the mone;r rolls in, roos in
Rolls in, rolls in, Ky God how the money rolls in.
My brother's a poor missionar7
He saves little girlies from sin
Ke!U save you a blonde for five dollars
Ky God, how the money rolls in.
(Repeat CHORUS)
My father died in his bathtub
My mother she died for her gin
Ky sister married my brother
My God, what a mess I'm in.
(Repeat CHORUS)
mmiZ THE IUHU-1AID
Kany's the night I spent with Minnie the Mermaid,
Down at the bottom of the sea,
She lost her morals, down among the corals,
Gee, but she was nice to me;
ManyJs the night with the pale moon shining, down in her
bungalow,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
?wo twin beds and only one of the mussed,
Oh, you can easily see, she13 not my mother,
For my mother's forty-nine*
Oh, you can easily see, she?s not my sister,
1 Cause I never show my sister such a helluva good time.
Oh, you can easily see she's not my sweetie,
'Cause my sweetie13 too refined.
She's just a wonderful kid,
v/ho never knew what she did, for
She's just a personal friend of mine.
THS BLff.3 TAIL FLY
"When I was young I used to wait
On master and give him his plate,
And pass the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue tail fly.
CHORUS Jimmie crack corn and I don*t care,
Jimmie crack corn and I dorJt cafe,
Jimmie crack corn and I don't care,
Mymaster*s gone away.
And when he!d ride in the afternoon,
I*d follow after with a hickory broom
The pony being rather shy
When bitten by a blue tail fly*
. . • • •CHORUS
One day he rids around the farm,
The flies so numerous they did swarm,
One chanced to bite him on the thight,
The devil take the blue tail fly,
• . . • .CHORUS
The pony run, he jump, he pitch,
Ee threw my master in the ditch,
Ee died and the jury wondered why,
The verdict was the blue tail fly.
. . • ♦ •CHORUS
They buried him under a simmon tree,
His epitaph is there to see. . • ♦
"Beneath this stone I*m forced to lie
Victim of the blue tail fly".
..... CHORUS
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ti:ja;:ig
Oh, they built the ship "Titardc"
And when they had it tlxou._;h
They thought they had a ship
That the water would riot ccne through.
But the Good Lord raised his hand,
Said that ship would never laud
It was sad when that groat ship went down.
GIICru3 - - - It was sad, it was sad,
It was sad when that yrr:at slip wont dojn
husbands and Tiivos, little bitty children lost their lives
It was sad when that yreat ship went down*
r^3y were oil' for ^ri^a-Laud
And were headed for the shore,
And the rich refused to associate with the poor*
3o thoy put them down below
And they wore the first to r;o
It was sad when that c:reat ship went down,
« . * « ♦ CHOAUJ
Oil, they put the life boats cut
In the ra^inj bunuuv; sea,
And the band struck mo with !rlPer ly -jod to 7heon
Ch, the Captain tried to Tjire
But the wire was on fire
It was sad when that rreat ship went down*
* „ » * . GILT.
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roll YQji; loo ami
I Tjish little -ills were like little white rabbits,
And T wore a buck and Ild teach then bad habits,
CH0KU3 Ch roll the leg over, oh roll the leg over,
Oh roll the leg over the mar in the moon*
I "fish all young girls were like Statues of Venus ard I
were a mar. with a pettriiiod penus.
. • • • .CHORUS
I --.ash all young girls were like Bats in a steeple ard I
were a Bat therld be more bats than people.
.■-I'-.'Vi-TC'
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1 wish all young girls were like mountain road passes and I
were a sports car I'd buss up their- asses,
. . . . • chorus
I wish all young girls were like diamonds and rubies and I
were a jc'reler I!d polist their boobies♦
♦ ♦ ♦ • .ciionus
I wish all young girls T.-iere like B-29s and I wera a fighter
pilot, I'd buss their behinds.
. « . • tOiiL'i'iUt.J
I wish all young girls were like straw berry patches and I
wore a farmer IJd harvest their snatches.
.... .ciionus
I wish all young girls were like fish in a pool and I were a
shark with a water proof tool,
..... CK0EU3
I wish all young girls were like fish in the ocean and I
were a wave I'd show then the notions.
. . . • ♦CHOEUS
X wish all young girls were like trees in a forest and I
were a woodsman I!d split their CLITORIS,
I whish all young girls were like bricks in a pile and I were
a mason I*d lay them in style.
I wish all young girls were like mares in a stable and I were
a groom I?d mount all I was able.
?ic fqgvc, roacn: djt-j
;Jhsn I was a bachelor, I lived all alone,
I worked at the weaver !s trade;
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong,
'.las to woo a fair young maid*
I wooed her in the wintertime,
part of the simmer, too,
And the only, only thin-; that I did that was wrong,
;Jas to keep her iron the foggy, foggy daw.
One night she knelt close by my side,
\'!hzn I was fast asleep,
She threw her arms around my neck
And then began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she denned near died,
Ah, me, what could I do
So all night long I held her in my arms,
Just to keep her iron the foggy, foggy dew.
Again I'm a bachelor, I live with my son,
V/e work at the weaver's trade;
And every single tine I look into his eyes,
He reminds me of that fair young naid,
He reminds me of the wintertime,
Part of the summer too,
And of the many, many tines that I held her in my arms,
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
TIE PERSIAN KITTY
The Persian Kitty, perfumed and fair
Went out to the kitchen just to get some air
T:/hen a Tom Cat, lithe, loan and long,
Dirty and yellow, came along.
Now he sniffed that perfumed PersianCat
As she walked around with much eclat*
Thinking of a bit of time to pass
He whispered, "Baby, you sho got class."
And fitting and proper was her reply
As she arched a whisker right over her eye*
"Daily, I'm fed on certified milk
And rightly I sleep on pillows of skik.
I should be happy with what I've got*
I should be happy, but happy I'm not.
I should be happy, I should indeed
Just cause I'm highly pedigreed."
"Cheer up," said the Tom Cat with a smile
"And trust your new found friend for a while*
You need not escape from your backyard fence
Baby, all you need is experience."
Now the joys of life he did unfurl
As he told her the tales of the outside world
Suggesting at last with a lurid laugh
A trip for the two down the primrose path.
Now the morning after the night before
The Kitty came home about the hour of four*
The innocent look from her eyes had went and
The smile on her face was a smile of content*
In later years the neighbors came
Just to see the Persian kittens of pedigreed fame.
They -weren't Persian, they were black and tan
And she told them that their daddy was a traveling man
A traveling man, a ratching, scratching traveling man.
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THAT CLP GAIJG CF -YIIS
Hot a soul down on the corner
That13 a pretty certain sign,
Those wedding bells arc breaking iro
That old gang of nine,
Tliore goes Jack, there race Jin,
Down thru lover' s lane *
How and then we meet again,
But the;- don't seer, the sane t
Goo, I get a loncsono feeling,
'Then I hoar those church hells chine;
'Cause those wedding bells are breaking n?
That old gang of nine,
YOh TYLh lid JO-A. £JLiZ&:
You had a drean, desr,
I had one too,
Iline was the best dream
Because it was of you;
Gone swoethecxt, tell ne
ITo-.t is the tine,
You tell ne your droan
A::d I111 tell you nine*
yyjYI you ■jor2 a tltjp
When you wore a tulip,
A big yellow tulip,
And I wore a big red rose,
'Then you caressed ne,
1 Twas then heaven blessed ne,
./hat a blessing no oi:e knows,
You nade life ch ery,
;Theu you called no clear y,
.Jay doim. where the blue grass grows*
Your lips were sweeter than tulips
Then, you wore a tulip
;c:0 I wore a big red rose,
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JLl-J i iiJJJ Xi—l»Ji *Ji' iiiiJ .JW-XliJ ^-<vj .,.;.'.
With someone like you
A pal so good and true,
I'd like to leave it all behind,
And go and find
Some place that!s known to God alone,
Just a spot to call our own*
T.vTe!d find perfect peace,
Where joys never cease,
Out there beneath those kindly skies,
We'll build a sweat little nest,
Somewhere out in the west,
And let the rest of the world go by*
WAIT TILL THE SUN 3HIN55 E5LLIE
Wait 'till the sun shines, Nellie,
And the clouds go drifting by,
we will be so happy, Nellie,
Don't you cry.
Down Lover's Lane we'll wander,
Sweethearts, you and I.
Wait 'Till the sun shines, Nellie,
Eye and Bye•
The girl of my dreams is the sweetest girl,
Of all the girls 1 know;
iSach sweet coed, like a rainbow thread,
Fades in the after-glow #
For the blue of her eyes,
And the gold of her hair
Are a blend of the western skies*
How the moonlight beams on the girl of my dreams,
She's the sweetheart of Sigma Chit
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yi~~j l» aiv;u:
Good fellowship brings us together to day,
Vivo la compahniei
It lights up our faces and makes ovt hearts gay
Vivo la eompagriol
CHORUS Vivo la, vivo la, vivo 1*amour I
Vivo la, vivo la, vivo 1* amouri
Vivo I1 amour, vive 1! amour,
Vivo la compagriet
Each man to his neighbor his hand now o::tend,
Vivo la compagnioj
Completing a circle of true-loving friends,
Vivo la compagrdeI
« « « t « v^r'i'^'j V o
Come fill up your glasses I'll give von a toast
Vivo la conpagriei
llero'c health to oia friend, our kind
worthy host
Vive la compagnic 1
» * • • * GiiU.iiijo
■J.-.E-: GITCCB 30I;G
To the tables do;::: at Kory's
To the place where Louis drills
To the o,3or old Te:.:plc bar we love so "fell,
Sing the ^hiiferpooxs assembled
Vith their glasses raised on high
And the riagic of their singing casts its spell,
Yes, the magic of their singing of the son s we love
so ire 11,
"Ghall I 7astingn and nhavourneen,r and the rest,
Jo xrill serenade our Louis,
'.Jhile life and voice shall last,
Then we!ll pass and be forgotten <-rith the rest.
-■Jfe'ro poor little lambs who have lost our way, Baa
Baa, Baa.
"ie!re little black sheep who have gone astray, Baa
Baa, Baa.
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Dammed from there to e ter::ity,
God have merch on such as ire,
Baa, Baa, Baa,
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WALTZING KATILM
Once a jolly swagraan camped by a brili-along
Under the shade of a eoolibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited till his billy
boiledj
You'll cone a waltzing Matilda with me,
CI-ICEUS Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll cone a waltzing Matilda with me*
And he sang as he sat and waited till his
billy boiled,
You'll cone a waltzing Matilda with me,
Down came a jumbuek to drink at the brillalong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang ase stowed that jumbuek in his tucker bag
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
♦ • « . ♦CEORUS
Up roda squatter mounted on his thoroughbred,
Up rode his troops, one, two, three,
Snore's that jolly jumbuek, you've got in yoi^r
tucker bag?
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
.....CH0MU3
up jumped the swagman, sprang into the brillalong,
You'll never catch me alive said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the
brillalong.
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
« * • • •GHOIIUS
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BALLAD OT TIE Iff 7th
To the Time of "Whifisnpoof"
There *s a squadron, name the "Night C^rls"
There*s a place where the pilots dwell
In that dear old Jungle land we know so well
Where the Phantoms are a-standing
With their tailplanes raised on high
And the chorus of their engines casts a spell
Yes, the echo of those engine, is the sound we love so -jell
When they hit a blue-note at £90 por
And even if we lose one, -jo can still get hone O.K.
'Cos vie practice forceds in case one cones our way.
CHORUS ~;Jq are "Eight Owls" pilots, who have lost our way
Call "Invert", "Lion" and all
;Je are the "Kight Owl" pilots, who have gone astray
Call "Invert", <Lion" and all
Gentleman pilots, such a sad life
Doomed to the standboards awful strife
Then home to the cries of a nagging wife
SPIN" CRASH ' BTMIl
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"BALIAD OF THE NIGHT FIGHTERS"
-—Lt Barry Bridger
Night Fighters we will Fly,
The moon is high in the sky*
Our Destiny lies in Dang!r filled skies.
Practice for the final week.
Load up the first and all,
And We111 head out Orer the SEA*
Man, we shall strive through the cold moonlight I
Home again we shall be.
Gearfs up; wefre on our way.
Lead's on his call to heaven.
Dcwn to the deck with our mach up we goj
Danger lies jus ahead.
Lead's up 1 he's on his run.
There goes a f>7 Gun.
There's two morel He's tracked now by threel
Break lead and leave 'em for mei
'^"'s Foppin' up for the shootj
Fan sones on the air.
What's that there with fire on his tail?
Death's chasin1 "2" through the sky.
"2t!'s holdin hands to the deck.
SAJB changin1 course for the kill.
n2n,s up with 10 M as sajras avew'd in.
"2ll's won the race for his life!
Night Fighters we have to go,
For there comes the mornin' sun.
We done well in these night skies of heaven.
Night Fighters of the sky.
Night Fighters of the sky.
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