I know some of it.
Shackletons don't bother me
Shackletons don't bother me
Clapped out contraptions with flaps on their wings
F@ck all their pistons and their piston rings
And we're saying goodbye to them all
Three fifths of five eigths of f@ck all
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean
(It seems that I have forgotten a line)
They say that the Shack is a mighty fine kite
This we no longer deny
When you're up there with a MIG on your tail
This is the way to get out, tra la la
Stay cool and stay calm and sedate, mate
Don't let your British blood boil
Don't hesitate, slam it straight through the gate
And cover the bastards in oil
Its a start...
Last edited by SirPeterHardingsLovechild; 22nd Jan 2005 at 22:04.