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.



cho: It's a shyme the 'ole 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 'ome

But they goosed us without warning

Sent us flying 'cross the foam.



As we flew over Windsor Castle

And saluted all the 'ores

We got it up the arse 'ole

And we're far from Britain's shores.



So we fly our stinking aircraft

And we're risking all our lives

While the cruds wot gyve us orders

Are shacking with our wives.



So as you sit amidst your family

Blessed be the tie that binds

Say a prayer for the Air Force

Wot got it rammed up their behinds.



From There I Was, Flat On My Back..., Stevens

@bitching @army @airplane

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