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It's a Shyme We were comfy back in EnglandDrinking beer and ale and wine,When they slipped it to us greasyAnd shipped us out to the front line. IT'S A SHYME THE WHOLE WORLD OVER,IT'S A SHYME AROUND THE MAP,THE CIVILIANS GETS THE GRAVYWHILE THE AIR FORCE GETS THE CRAP. Now, we were young and we were eager,Ten more missions and we ' re home ;But they goosed us without warning,Sent us flying cross the foam. As we flew over Windsor Castle And saluted all the whores, We got it up the arsele. And we're far from Britain's shores. So we fly our stinking aircraft,And we're risking of our livesWhile the cruds as type our ordersAre a-shacking with our wives. So, as you sit amidst your family,Blessed be the tie that binds,Say a prayer for the Air ForceWhat got it rammed up their behinds. Oscar Brand Out of the Blue The Flying Fortress Time: 1:29 Will You Go Boom Today Time: 2:13 I Learned About Flying From Them Time: 2:28 Lee's Hoochie Time: 1:50 Air Force Ground Crew Time: 1:49 It's A Shyme Time: 2:34 Pilot's Heaven Time: 1:54 Pilot Of Renown Time: 1:23 Yankee Dollar Time: 2:34 The Pretties Ship Time: 1:43 In Flight Refueling Time: 2:05 New Guinea Strafers Time: 2:01 Stand To Your Glasses Time: 1:41 Our Bomber Flies 10,000 Miles Time: 2:07 Airman's Toast Time: 0:39
We were comfy back in EnglandDrinking beer and ale and wine,When they slipped it to us greasyAnd shipped us out to the front line.
IT'S A SHYME THE WHOLE WORLD OVER,IT'S A SHYME AROUND THE MAP,THE CIVILIANS GETS THE GRAVYWHILE THE AIR FORCE GETS THE CRAP.
Now, we were young and we were eager,Ten more missions and we ' re home ;But they goosed us without warning,Sent us flying cross the foam.
As we flew over Windsor Castle And saluted all the whores, We got it up the arsele. And we're far from Britain's shores.
So we fly our stinking aircraft,And we're risking of our livesWhile the cruds as type our ordersAre a-shacking with our wives.
So, as you sit amidst your family,Blessed be the tie that binds,Say a prayer for the Air ForceWhat got it rammed up their behinds.
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