THE MAN BEHIND THE ARMOR PLATED DESK



Early in the morning

When the engines start to roar

You can see the old goat standing

Beside his office door

He'll be sweating out the takeoff

As he's often done before

The man behind the armor plated desk.



Four times he's led us up there

And he always led us back

For he circled o'er the l.P.

As we went in to attack

He said. "I'm hard yet fair, boys,

But allergic to ack ack.''

The man behind the armor plated desk.



And when the target's sighted

Who inspires our attack?

Who says, "Hundreds may go in, lads

But a few ain't coming back."

Who says, "We'll disregard the minimum

When you suppress the flak."

The man behind the armor plated desk.



And when the mission's over

And debriefing they should be

You can search the whole field over

But not a pilot you will see

For they'll all be at the "O" club

With a mixed drink in their hand

Singing, "The man behind the armor plated desk"



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