Ultra Hog
Listen to the jingle, the grunting and the wheeze
As she roils along the runway, by the BAO9 and the trees
Hear the mighty roaring engine as you leap off in the fog
You're flying through the jungle in Republic's Ultra Hog
We came up from old Korat on a steamy summer day
As we pitched up on the target
You could hear all the gunners say
She's big and fat and ugly, she's really quite a dog
She's known around the country as Republic's Ultra Hog
Here's to McNamara, his name will always smell
Hell always be remembered down in Fighter Pilots' Hell
He frags all the targets and sends us out to die
He sends us into combat in Republic's One-Oh-Five
Listen to the jingle, the grunting and the wheeze
As she rolls along the runway, by the BAO9 and the trees
Hear the mighty roaring engine as you leap off in the fog
You're flying through the jungle in Republic's Ultra Hog
Arrangement Copyright © 1997 Dick Jonas. All rights reserved. Original song, "Wabash Cannonball," by A. P. Carter; Peer international Corporation/BMI; parody lyricist unknown; arrangement by Dick Jonas; Air Force traditional