FRIG THE FLYiNG FORTRESS



A navigator sits in front

Surrounded by his maps

He belches in the intercom

And wakes us from our naps.



cho: Frig the flying fortress

And pray that she'll abort

We'd rather be at home than in

The friggin' flyin' fort.



The captain sits upon the left

He flys the fort with ease

But he hands it to the co-pilot

When we're heading for the trees.



The midway gunner has to stand

To give his guns a pull

But that's alright 'cause in the fight

His hands get mighty full.



Then pity the poor tail gunner for

His space is very sparse

And when the landing gear retracts

He gets it up the arse.



Well, radio operator passed

On the news report

He says that congress just outlawed

The friggin' flying' fort.



From There I Was ... Flat on my Back, Stevens

@army @WWII @airplane

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