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Our Bomber Flies 10,000 Miles Our bomber flies ten thousand miles,The designer just sits back and smiles,But a bomb like a cherry is all it can carry,We'd be smarter to bomb them with piles. The Air Force takes care of each man, Wine, women and song is our plan, Yes, there's medals in baskets for flying these caskets In the suicide bombers' command. How, the briefing said things would go slickAnd bombing the site was no trick,But, my God, how strange, we just got into rangeAnd it's, 'Strap on your parachutes quick.' Oh, we're strong for the jet-shooting star, She flames just a little too far, She Jets through the air by the rocket's red glare, You wind up as ashes and char. So come, join the Air Force today, There's wings and promotions and pay, And there's no prohibitions on heroic missions, I'll give you my place if you'll stay. Now, we know what we're saying is true,We got it directly from Stu, We love the blue yonder, but sometimes we wonderWho's giving the finger to who. 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
Our bomber flies ten thousand miles,The designer just sits back and smiles,But a bomb like a cherry is all it can carry,We'd be smarter to bomb them with piles.
The Air Force takes care of each man, Wine, women and song is our plan, Yes, there's medals in baskets for flying these caskets In the suicide bombers' command.
How, the briefing said things would go slickAnd bombing the site was no trick,But, my God, how strange, we just got into rangeAnd it's, 'Strap on your parachutes quick.'
Oh, we're strong for the jet-shooting star, She flames just a little too far, She Jets through the air by the rocket's red glare, You wind up as ashes and char.
So come, join the Air Force today, There's wings and promotions and pay, And there's no prohibitions on heroic missions, I'll give you my place if you'll stay.
Now, we know what we're saying is true,We got it directly from Stu, We love the blue yonder, but sometimes we wonderWho's giving the finger to who.
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