Thanks to Bill Sweetman for introducing me to this remarkable song:
NO
don’t give me a P-38
the props, they counter-rotate
they’re scattered & sittin’
from Burma to Britain
don’t give me a P-38
NO
give me operations
way out on some lonely atoll
for I am too young to die
I just wanna grow old
& don’t give me a P-39
the engine is mounted behind
she’ll tumble & spin
& she’ll auger you in
don’t give me a P-39
NO
don’t give me a Peter 4-0
it’s a hell of an airplane, I know
she’s a ground looping bastard
& you’re sure to get plastered
don’t give me a Peter 4-0
NO
don’t give me an ’86-D
with rockets, radar & AB
she’s fast, I don’t care
she blows up in mid-air!
don’t give me an 86-D
NO
& don’t give me an F-84
she’s just a ground loving whore
she’ll whine & she’ll wheeze
& make straight for the trees
don’t give me an F-84
NO
