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I Wanted Wings 
I wanted wings, 'till I got the Goddamned things
Now, I don't want them anymore
They taught me how to fly, then they sent me off to die
Well, I've had a belly full of war
You can save those bloody Zeros
For the other Goddamned heroes
Distinguished Flying Crosses
Do not compensate for losses, buster
I wanted wings, 'till I got the Goddamned things Now, I don't want them anymore
Yes, I'll take the dames, let the rest go down in flames
I have no desire to be burned
Air Combat spells romance, 'til they shoot holes in my pants
I'm not a fighter, I have learned
You can save the Mitsubishis
For the other sons-a-witchies
I'd rather make a woman
Than be shot down in a Grumman, buster
Now, I'm too young to die in a lousy PBY
That's for the eager, not for me
I don't trust in my luck, to be picked up by a Duck
After I've crashed into the sea
Yes, I'd rather be a terrier
Than I flyer on a Carrier
With my hand around a bottle
You can keep your Goddamned throttle, buster
I do not care to tour over Berlin & the Ruhr
Flak always makes me lose my lunch
I get an urge to pray when they holler 'Bombs away'
I'd rather be at home with the bunch
For there's one thing you can't laugh off
when the shoot your tailpipe half off
I'd rather be home, buster
With my tail than with a cluster, buster?
They feed us lousy chow, but we stay alive, somehow
On dehydrated eggs & milk & stew
They rumor has it next, they'll be dehydrating sex
Well, that's the day I'll tell the coach, I'm through
For I've managed all the dangers
The shooting back of strangers
But, when I get home late
I want my woman straight, buster
- Oscar Brand
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The Wild Blue Yonder
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