It's a Shyme

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It's a Shyme  

We were comfy back in England
Drinking beer and ale and wine,
When they slipped it to us greasy
And 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 GRAVY
WHILE 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 lives
While the cruds as type our orders
Are a-shacking with our wives.

So, as you sit amidst your family,
Blessed be the tie that binds,
Say a prayer for the Air Force
What got it rammed up their behinds.


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