Traditional Squadron Songs
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Another verse to Rotaree
Now ten years on
I ask my CO if things have changed
'If you fly fixed wing' Here's what he said
'You will end up deranged'
Rotaree ........
There must also be pages of the old A25 song I've got several along with many song sheets from the FAA in the '80's
Having been F2 I do like:
(To the tune of 'Oh what a beautiful morning')
There's a wall of death starting in Flyco
There's a Sea King wont fold on spot four
A harrier on finals that can't overshoot
And Little F's turned up as pissed as a newt....as a newt
Wingsy is going to go ape sh&%
The captain will not be amused
Ive got a sneaking suspicion
The flight deck should not have been used
Short but to the point. Origin I think 820 on Invinc '82ish
Another Flyco one:
(Tune 'Hello Dolly')
Well hello Flyco
Well hello Flyco
Its a tail of woe I have to tell to you
I took this load Flyco
and you know Flyco
It was swinging, it was spinning
It just would not fly true
I heard my crew praying
Felt the cab swaying
It was then I said fu#$ it It's got to go
SO
Give me an empty spot Flyco
I've ditched the lot Flyco
Wingsy wont you let me please come home.
Lots more somewhere in the bottom draw!!
[This message has been edited by Harry Peacock (edited 22 June 2001).]
Now ten years on
I ask my CO if things have changed
'If you fly fixed wing' Here's what he said
'You will end up deranged'
Rotaree ........
There must also be pages of the old A25 song I've got several along with many song sheets from the FAA in the '80's
Having been F2 I do like:
(To the tune of 'Oh what a beautiful morning')
There's a wall of death starting in Flyco
There's a Sea King wont fold on spot four
A harrier on finals that can't overshoot
And Little F's turned up as pissed as a newt....as a newt
Wingsy is going to go ape sh&%
The captain will not be amused
Ive got a sneaking suspicion
The flight deck should not have been used
Short but to the point. Origin I think 820 on Invinc '82ish
Another Flyco one:
(Tune 'Hello Dolly')
Well hello Flyco
Well hello Flyco
Its a tail of woe I have to tell to you
I took this load Flyco
and you know Flyco
It was swinging, it was spinning
It just would not fly true
I heard my crew praying
Felt the cab swaying
It was then I said fu#$ it It's got to go
SO
Give me an empty spot Flyco
I've ditched the lot Flyco
Wingsy wont you let me please come home.
Lots more somewhere in the bottom draw!!
[This message has been edited by Harry Peacock (edited 22 June 2001).]
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A small gem from my dim and (not so distant) past:
This is the story of Tommy
Who flew off to a far foreign land
To fight for his Queen and his Country
On the back of a winged rubber band.
He flew over the enemy lines.
For his troubles he got shot down;
He ejected out of his 'plane
As he landed he fractured his crown.
As he lay on the battlefield dying
There was blood gushing out of his head
As he lay on the battlefield DYING, DYING, DYING
These are the last words he said:
[to be shouted as loudly as possible to drown-out opposing UAS]
OH I'M IN THE YORKSHIRE UAS
WE LIKE TO SCREAM AND SHOUT
WE'VE GOT A REPUTATION THAT YOU'VE
PROB'LY HEARD ABOUT
WE'LL WIN AT HOME, WE'LL WIN AWAY
WE'LL WIN IN SCOTLAND TOO - THAT'S TRUE!
AND IF YOU COME TO YORKSHIRE ...
... WE'LL PI$$ ALL OVER YOU!
ALTOGETHER NOW:
We hate ADStAUAS,
We hate UGSAS too, THEY'RE SH*T!
We hate ELUAS
But Yorkshire, we love you ... TWO, THREE, FOUR
WE WILL WIN, WE WILL FIGHT!
WE'LL SUPPORT THE ROSES WHITE!
Na-na-na-na,na-na-na, na-na-na
HOY!
A pleasant little ditty; had to say it before Raytofclimb did!
Blue.
This is the story of Tommy
Who flew off to a far foreign land
To fight for his Queen and his Country
On the back of a winged rubber band.
He flew over the enemy lines.
For his troubles he got shot down;
He ejected out of his 'plane
As he landed he fractured his crown.
As he lay on the battlefield dying
There was blood gushing out of his head
As he lay on the battlefield DYING, DYING, DYING
These are the last words he said:
[to be shouted as loudly as possible to drown-out opposing UAS]
OH I'M IN THE YORKSHIRE UAS
WE LIKE TO SCREAM AND SHOUT
WE'VE GOT A REPUTATION THAT YOU'VE
PROB'LY HEARD ABOUT
WE'LL WIN AT HOME, WE'LL WIN AWAY
WE'LL WIN IN SCOTLAND TOO - THAT'S TRUE!
AND IF YOU COME TO YORKSHIRE ...
... WE'LL PI$$ ALL OVER YOU!
ALTOGETHER NOW:
We hate ADStAUAS,
We hate UGSAS too, THEY'RE SH*T!
We hate ELUAS
But Yorkshire, we love you ... TWO, THREE, FOUR
WE WILL WIN, WE WILL FIGHT!
WE'LL SUPPORT THE ROSES WHITE!
Na-na-na-na,na-na-na, na-na-na
HOY!
A pleasant little ditty; had to say it before Raytofclimb did!
Blue.
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FOLA IN CONFIDENCE
The ZE210 Song
(To be sung by advocates of F-3 NVG formation over the North Sea, to the tune of "That Loving Feeling", a song made famous be a certain Spam movie depicting young aviators and hormones)
1.
You never formate anymore, like it used to be.
And there's no 210 left, anymore, on 43.
You're trying hard not to hit them, M*llsy,
But M*llsy, M*llsy you crashed it.
You've lost that flying feeling, the C-in-C is seething,
You've lost that flying feeling now it's gone. gone, gone.
2.
And there's no welcome look in your eyes
When I follow you through.
And you're starting to cticise everything I do.
I know you thought you were dying, M*llsy,
But M*llsy, something you never thought of:
You lost that formation feeling and your turbine speeding,
You lost that airbourne feeling but not for long, long,long.
3.
Mayday, Mayday, call out the Search and Rescue.
If you would only auth me like you used to do.
We had a crash, a crash, a crash but I flewaway.
So don't, don't, don't, don't dock my flying pay.
D.A, D.A, D.A, D.A, I need your auth,
I can see the stars, I can the stars,
I'm coming home, I'm coming on home...
Bring back that flying feeling, the C-inC is seething,
Bring back that flying feeling, 'cos it's gone, gone, gone
and I can't go wrong
(M*llsy is now Boss of METS)
The ZE210 Song
(To be sung by advocates of F-3 NVG formation over the North Sea, to the tune of "That Loving Feeling", a song made famous be a certain Spam movie depicting young aviators and hormones)
1.
You never formate anymore, like it used to be.
And there's no 210 left, anymore, on 43.
You're trying hard not to hit them, M*llsy,
But M*llsy, M*llsy you crashed it.
You've lost that flying feeling, the C-in-C is seething,
You've lost that flying feeling now it's gone. gone, gone.
2.
And there's no welcome look in your eyes
When I follow you through.
And you're starting to cticise everything I do.
I know you thought you were dying, M*llsy,
But M*llsy, something you never thought of:
You lost that formation feeling and your turbine speeding,
You lost that airbourne feeling but not for long, long,long.
3.
Mayday, Mayday, call out the Search and Rescue.
If you would only auth me like you used to do.
We had a crash, a crash, a crash but I flewaway.
So don't, don't, don't, don't dock my flying pay.
D.A, D.A, D.A, D.A, I need your auth,
I can see the stars, I can the stars,
I'm coming home, I'm coming on home...
Bring back that flying feeling, the C-inC is seething,
Bring back that flying feeling, 'cos it's gone, gone, gone
and I can't go wrong
(M*llsy is now Boss of METS)
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Sometime around the early 70's it was decided by the predecessors of the current PC ratbags that it was no longer the Done Thing to allow highly trained and motivated aviators to get p1ss’d in the Wardroom. Overnight, long traditions crumbled, since the loser at Twitch could no more shout wine for dinner for the other 25 players, nor could the junior sub be relied upon to stand his round for 28 pints (at 3d a pint. Sigh.....) for the rest of the squadron during the evening filum. Mess bills were scrutinised with a firm scrute to ensure that no more than 2 pints or tots had been purchased by any individual, whilst the Senior Rates messes, with self regulation of tots, became a second home for the more gregarious hofficers. Hence:
A Ship With No Booze
(Tune: A pub with no beer)
Well it’s lonesome away from your kindred and all,
On the Flight Deck at night, where the lone Goofers call,
Could death be better?, it’s so hard to choose,
When you serve in a ship where they don’t let you booze.
Yonder stand the C.O., he’s God’s rep on earth,
He’ll give the bar bollocks, show his lads what he’s worth,
Two Pink Gins later he’s dragged screaming away,
“Will-yarm”, says the Commander, “that’s enough for today”.
Now Gerry the SOBS, he can just sit and glower,
Tries to make his H.N. last for an hour,
He’d hoover them down, but he’s on a go slow,
Two paces behind him stands the P.M.O.
The A.W.I. walks in with a dry dusty throat,
Walks up to the bar for a twin rum and coke,
When the barman won’t serve him he turns the air blue,
“Sir we only serve fisheads - we don’t serve aircrew”
Chris Bolton’s a crabfat, on his first cruise,
After two weeks they removed his booze,
He went to the C.O., his heart felt like lead,
“It’s a limit, not a target”, was what the Boss siad.
Here stands young Tooty, ‘92's bon viveur,
Man about bars and entrepreneur,
His soul is sickened, he wants out from this boat,
‘Cos the Admiral won’t let him pour ale down his throat.
Farewell to O’Connor, he’s leaving the Ark,
Considerably drier than when he embarked,
There’s one consolation in this teetotalling hell,
It’s excellent practice if you’re going G.L.
The Quiffy crawls in, his goon suit all torn,
He’s just had a ramp strike, his nerves are all torn,
“Pray give me a brandy”, a pathetic cry,
But the Staff are so wet, that’s why Ark is so dry.
Extensive studies throughout the Air Arm,
Prove that boozing and flying need not cause alarm,
When flying your Phantom low over the sea,
The ideal blood count should be two forty three.
Well it’s lonesome away from your kindred and all,
On the Flight Deck at night, where the lone Goofers call,
Could death be better?, it’s so hard to choose,
When you serve in a ship where they don’t let you booze.
A Ship With No Booze
(Tune: A pub with no beer)
Well it’s lonesome away from your kindred and all,
On the Flight Deck at night, where the lone Goofers call,
Could death be better?, it’s so hard to choose,
When you serve in a ship where they don’t let you booze.
Yonder stand the C.O., he’s God’s rep on earth,
He’ll give the bar bollocks, show his lads what he’s worth,
Two Pink Gins later he’s dragged screaming away,
“Will-yarm”, says the Commander, “that’s enough for today”.
Now Gerry the SOBS, he can just sit and glower,
Tries to make his H.N. last for an hour,
He’d hoover them down, but he’s on a go slow,
Two paces behind him stands the P.M.O.
The A.W.I. walks in with a dry dusty throat,
Walks up to the bar for a twin rum and coke,
When the barman won’t serve him he turns the air blue,
“Sir we only serve fisheads - we don’t serve aircrew”
Chris Bolton’s a crabfat, on his first cruise,
After two weeks they removed his booze,
He went to the C.O., his heart felt like lead,
“It’s a limit, not a target”, was what the Boss siad.
Here stands young Tooty, ‘92's bon viveur,
Man about bars and entrepreneur,
His soul is sickened, he wants out from this boat,
‘Cos the Admiral won’t let him pour ale down his throat.
Farewell to O’Connor, he’s leaving the Ark,
Considerably drier than when he embarked,
There’s one consolation in this teetotalling hell,
It’s excellent practice if you’re going G.L.
The Quiffy crawls in, his goon suit all torn,
He’s just had a ramp strike, his nerves are all torn,
“Pray give me a brandy”, a pathetic cry,
But the Staff are so wet, that’s why Ark is so dry.
Extensive studies throughout the Air Arm,
Prove that boozing and flying need not cause alarm,
When flying your Phantom low over the sea,
The ideal blood count should be two forty three.
Well it’s lonesome away from your kindred and all,
On the Flight Deck at night, where the lone Goofers call,
Could death be better?, it’s so hard to choose,
When you serve in a ship where they don’t let you booze.
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Meatball Wizard
(Tune: Pinball wizard)
When I was a young sprog, the Goofers I’d enthrall,
Hermes, Vic and Centaur, I guess I’ve played them all,
But never did one good D.L., at least that I recall,
That deaf, dumb and blind kid, Sure flies a low Meatball.
Horsing round on finals, see that Meatball sink,
Better stuff some power on, or wind up in the drink,
Amid the cries of the Goofers, hear the lonesome Looker call,
That deaf, dumb and blind kid, Sure flies a low Meatball.
I’ve seen them low, I’ve seen them high,
I’ve seen them hit the ramp,
I’ve seen them screw on overshoot, and get their backsides damp,
I’ve seen the fear leap to their eyes when they hear that ‘Bolter’ call
Those deaf, dumb and blind kids, Sure fly a low Meatball.
Three wheels on my Vixen
(Tune: Three wheels on my wagon)
Three wheels on my Vixen,
And I’m still flying along.
Flyco there is after me,
Sure is mad, that’s too bad,
‘Cos I’m singing my happy song.
Chorus:
Oh Lordy
Two wheels on my Vixen,
But I’m still flying along.
Left my tyre in the wires,
Barriers gone, their last one,
But I’m singing my happy song.
One wheel on my Vixen,
But I’m still flying along,
Right hand seat, not a peep,
Pulled his cord and up he soared,
But I’m singing my happy song.
No wheels on my Vixen,
And I ain’t flying no more,
Hit the deck, what a wreck,
Fire and foam, flesh and blood,
But I’m singing my happy song.
Sea King with a Hump on Top
(Tune: Surrey with a fringe on the top)
Buddy when the Ark Royal goes to sea,
Buddy here’s the way it’s going to be
We will go a dipping in the snow white horses
In the cutest cabs you ever see,
When I take you out in my Sea King,
Turbine driven all electric Sea King,
When I take you out in My Sea King with a hump on top,
It’s painted blue with a little white bird,
The dashboard is genuine leather,
There’s a radar set you can turn right on,
In case there’s a change in the weather
There we’ll be with our balls in the water
Forty feet up just a-doing what we oughta
All is swinging with the sonar pinging
Till the engines STOP
Then our shiny little Sea King will suddenly drop!
But we don't panic, we'll just sit tight
Then we'll lock our harnesses
Pilot's trying to relight one
The Observer is doing his darndest
To pass a Mayday with a position
Ship says "Roger, confirm you are ditchin' "
No 1 kept gettin' hotter and by now we're in the water
With our SARBES on
And that shiny little Sea King is suddenly GONE
(edited with missing verses, JGE)
[This message has been edited by John Eacott (edited 25 June 2001).]
(Tune: Pinball wizard)
When I was a young sprog, the Goofers I’d enthrall,
Hermes, Vic and Centaur, I guess I’ve played them all,
But never did one good D.L., at least that I recall,
That deaf, dumb and blind kid, Sure flies a low Meatball.
Horsing round on finals, see that Meatball sink,
Better stuff some power on, or wind up in the drink,
Amid the cries of the Goofers, hear the lonesome Looker call,
That deaf, dumb and blind kid, Sure flies a low Meatball.
I’ve seen them low, I’ve seen them high,
I’ve seen them hit the ramp,
I’ve seen them screw on overshoot, and get their backsides damp,
I’ve seen the fear leap to their eyes when they hear that ‘Bolter’ call
Those deaf, dumb and blind kids, Sure fly a low Meatball.
Three wheels on my Vixen
(Tune: Three wheels on my wagon)
Three wheels on my Vixen,
And I’m still flying along.
Flyco there is after me,
Sure is mad, that’s too bad,
‘Cos I’m singing my happy song.
Chorus:
Oh Lordy
Two wheels on my Vixen,
But I’m still flying along.
Left my tyre in the wires,
Barriers gone, their last one,
But I’m singing my happy song.
One wheel on my Vixen,
But I’m still flying along,
Right hand seat, not a peep,
Pulled his cord and up he soared,
But I’m singing my happy song.
No wheels on my Vixen,
And I ain’t flying no more,
Hit the deck, what a wreck,
Fire and foam, flesh and blood,
But I’m singing my happy song.
Sea King with a Hump on Top
(Tune: Surrey with a fringe on the top)
Buddy when the Ark Royal goes to sea,
Buddy here’s the way it’s going to be
We will go a dipping in the snow white horses
In the cutest cabs you ever see,
When I take you out in my Sea King,
Turbine driven all electric Sea King,
When I take you out in My Sea King with a hump on top,
It’s painted blue with a little white bird,
The dashboard is genuine leather,
There’s a radar set you can turn right on,
In case there’s a change in the weather
There we’ll be with our balls in the water
Forty feet up just a-doing what we oughta
All is swinging with the sonar pinging
Till the engines STOP
Then our shiny little Sea King will suddenly drop!
But we don't panic, we'll just sit tight
Then we'll lock our harnesses
Pilot's trying to relight one
The Observer is doing his darndest
To pass a Mayday with a position
Ship says "Roger, confirm you are ditchin' "
No 1 kept gettin' hotter and by now we're in the water
With our SARBES on
And that shiny little Sea King is suddenly GONE
(edited with missing verses, JGE)
[This message has been edited by John Eacott (edited 25 June 2001).]
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John E,
you are a STAR mate! You are clearly having a ball with all this and probably have a grin like a 'C' cat from ear to ear each time you release one of these wonders for us all here to revel in!
Tell me John, how are you getting any work done? Keep on like this and you shall have more posts the BEagle! Are you still happy for me to use those photographs you sent me for the CD?
Regards
Snaps.
you are a STAR mate! You are clearly having a ball with all this and probably have a grin like a 'C' cat from ear to ear each time you release one of these wonders for us all here to revel in!
Tell me John, how are you getting any work done? Keep on like this and you shall have more posts the BEagle! Are you still happy for me to use those photographs you sent me for the CD?
Regards
Snaps.
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Baggers version of Rotaree ...
When I was young, I asked my CO where to find fame,
Should I fly fixed wing, should I w*nk cats,
He said It’s all the same
CHORUS
Rotary Taree
The Seaking’s the bird for me,
She flies so gracefully,
Rotary Taree.
Stovies take off, they sound so punchy, on the RT
But when they bang out, 50 miles out,
They call for Rotary.
CHORUS
Stovies are dull, Stovies are halfwits, they are so drab,
And if you join them, even at sea,
Acquire a taste for Crab.
CHORUS
Wingco takes off, he likes to fly, over the brine,
And when he lands, on top of the drink,
He calls for 849
CHORUS
Now 10 years on, I ask my CO, have these things changed?
If you fly fixed wing, here’s what he says
You will end up deranged
CHORUS
That is our song, now we have sung it,there is no more
Once you have heard of rotary wing
How could you ask for more?
CHORUS
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The OA
When I was young, I asked my CO where to find fame,
Should I fly fixed wing, should I w*nk cats,
He said It’s all the same
CHORUS
Rotary Taree
The Seaking’s the bird for me,
She flies so gracefully,
Rotary Taree.
Stovies take off, they sound so punchy, on the RT
But when they bang out, 50 miles out,
They call for Rotary.
CHORUS
Stovies are dull, Stovies are halfwits, they are so drab,
And if you join them, even at sea,
Acquire a taste for Crab.
CHORUS
Wingco takes off, he likes to fly, over the brine,
And when he lands, on top of the drink,
He calls for 849
CHORUS
Now 10 years on, I ask my CO, have these things changed?
If you fly fixed wing, here’s what he says
You will end up deranged
CHORUS
That is our song, now we have sung it,there is no more
Once you have heard of rotary wing
How could you ask for more?
CHORUS
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The OA
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I am not anti FW at all, indeed I have a lot of good mates who fly fast pointy things, however there are some great bantering songs out there ........ 
A familiar song reworked ..........
I DON’T WANT TO BE A STOVIE
I don’t want to be a stovie,I don’t want to fly a jet
I’d rather fly around, with wings that go around
Two engines on my Westland Seaking
I don’t want to be a Fish Head
I don’t want to go to sea
I’d rather fly my Seaking,my multipurpose Seaking
So stuff fixed wing it’s rotary for me
Monday I flew a four hour sortie
Tuesday I rested in my rack
On Wednesday I got p*ssed, which is why I missed
Shareholders on Thursday morning
Friday I copped an extra duty
Which buggered up my Saturday a treat
But on Sunday after supper
I rammed the f*cker up her
And so begins another Bagger’s week - Cor Blimey
Anyone want the words to the A25 song ?
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The OA
[This message has been edited by Oggin Aviator (edited 22 June 2001).]
A familiar song reworked ..........
I DON’T WANT TO BE A STOVIE
I don’t want to be a stovie,I don’t want to fly a jet
I’d rather fly around, with wings that go around
Two engines on my Westland Seaking
I don’t want to be a Fish Head
I don’t want to go to sea
I’d rather fly my Seaking,my multipurpose Seaking
So stuff fixed wing it’s rotary for me
Monday I flew a four hour sortie
Tuesday I rested in my rack
On Wednesday I got p*ssed, which is why I missed
Shareholders on Thursday morning
Friday I copped an extra duty
Which buggered up my Saturday a treat
But on Sunday after supper
I rammed the f*cker up her
And so begins another Bagger’s week - Cor Blimey
Anyone want the words to the A25 song ?
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The OA
[This message has been edited by Oggin Aviator (edited 22 June 2001).]
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More FOLA Songs Boys...
I can vaguely remember Scotty and JJ singing this but I always got windowed after the 1st verse...
Buzzard Song (To John Peel I thinks)
Oh a mortar bomb blew me out of my bed,
so I ran up to Buzzard and to him I said,
I don't give a t-o-o-oss,
report me to my boss,
there's a stumbly coming down in the morning.
D'ye ken Bessbrook with its mortar fence..
something something something....
(crash)let me in again lads...
OR..
I'm an @rsehole (to My Darling Clementine)
I'm an @rsehole,
I'm an @rsehole,
I'm an @rsehole and it's true,
but I'd rather be an @rsehole than to be on seventy two.*
* ...look at me,
but I'd rather be an @rshole than be on 230.
o* ...hear me sing,
but I'd rather be an @rsehole than go fly fix-ed wing.
Repeat until Scotty hits you.
Hey how about those excellent Gulf War songs 230 made up while they sat around doing f-all else..
I can vaguely remember Scotty and JJ singing this but I always got windowed after the 1st verse...
Buzzard Song (To John Peel I thinks)
Oh a mortar bomb blew me out of my bed,
so I ran up to Buzzard and to him I said,
I don't give a t-o-o-oss,
report me to my boss,
there's a stumbly coming down in the morning.
D'ye ken Bessbrook with its mortar fence..
something something something....
(crash)let me in again lads...
OR..
I'm an @rsehole (to My Darling Clementine)
I'm an @rsehole,
I'm an @rsehole,
I'm an @rsehole and it's true,
but I'd rather be an @rsehole than to be on seventy two.*
* ...look at me,
but I'd rather be an @rshole than be on 230.
o* ...hear me sing,
but I'd rather be an @rsehole than go fly fix-ed wing.
Repeat until Scotty hits you.
Hey how about those excellent Gulf War songs 230 made up while they sat around doing f-all else..
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Dunhovrin, JJ's being taught how to fly again by Vera up in Salopia!
THE STANDOWN SONG - AN ODE TO JJ JEROME
'Cos I'm going on Standown, the plane leaves today
and I'm going to get Laaaaagered in each and every way
Wop out your chequebok and Wop your wad,
Hello little girlie, sit on my knob!!.
Dunhovrin
Are you sure that you were in FOLA, for if you were, you would surely know the complete version!!
DO YOU KEN SOUTH ARMAGH
Tune: John Peel
1. Do you ken Bessbrook with its mill so high
and a rocket fence reaching up to the sky.
It was our second home when we're in NI
and it's always foggy in the morning.
CHORUS:
For a mortar bomb blew me out of bed,
so I rushed down to Buzzard and to him I said:
"I don't give a toss, report me to my boss,
there's a Stumbly coming down in the morning."
2. Do you ken Forkhill with the flasher in the night.
Car bombs and rockets and all kinds of *****
and those trips down to Jonesborough that gives us all a fright
and the Puma's on the fence in the morning.
CHORUS
3. Do you ken Crossmaglen, what a lovely little hole.
If you come in too fast you can nearly score a goal.
It's a good place to let the Co-pilot have a pole
'cos you're always downwind in the morning!
CHORUS
4. Do you ken NTH with its tiny little pan
where you're always on the screen of the television man.
And the local residents are all Republican,
with a pylon up your arse in the morning.
CHORUS
5. Do you ken that little boat down Carlingford way.
That pitches and tosses on a VertRep day.
With a fecking great mast that's always in the way.
Do you like wet bread in the morning?
The following 'song' explains why the Pumas are called 'Stumblys'
THE TAIL OF THE PLASTIC PUMA PILOT
Tune: The Wild Rover.
1. They came o'er the water with all good intent.
As soon as they'd landed, their Puma was spent.
They went to a station they tried to frequent
and told the operator: "My aircraft is bent"
Chorus:
And it's no, nay, never,
No never, no more
Will I fly the French Puma
No never, no more.
2. He offered me spanners, glue and Bodge tape.
Then he said "**** it, a Wessex it ain't".
Along came the Wessex, the queen of the sky.
It landed by the Puma, with a smile that was wry.
3. The briefed Walter and he did agree,
That for tasking in Ulster, the Line needed three:
One Puma to start with and one for the spare,
A third for good luck, it's plastic, take care!
4. I looked over Monaghan and what did I see?
A Puma crew flying so aimlessly.
They ask us for credit, we answer them , Nay.
For it's flyingg like yours we can get every day.
5. They stand in the corner, with their hands on ir hips.
Asking :"Tiger? Tiger?", their Puma's in bits.
They pluck up some courage, in the bar they maybe,
For sighted over there is a lost Stumbly....
OU'EST LE PUMA (another drinking song, also not supportive of 230s invaluable contribution to NI!)
Where's the Puma gone?
He's gone to Monaghan.
Where's the Puma gone?
He's gone to Monaghan.
Far, far away, far, far away.
AJ looked down and the TANS had dumped....
"Oh! ****, where the **** are we?"
THE BOYS OF 72
From the shores of Rathlin island
to mountains of Belcoo,
There's a mighty rumour spreading
about the boys of 72.
They will fight for Queen and Country
They will fight for victory
but the thing that really pleasesthem...
Is throwing out 230!!Throwing out 230...
The Wessex was known for its agricultural design, thank god I hear some say, so 230 used their great imagination to coin their only response to the daily barrage of banter:-
WESSEX ON THE GROUND
There's a Wessex on the ground, on the ground.
With its rotors going round, going round.
And it jumps up and down and shakes itself to bits
and gives the passengers the ****s, ****s, ****s.
the response..
We've been here since '69, '69.
With map and compass doing fine, doing fine.
We fly all day and drink our flying pay
And we don't have to buy a scarf, buy a scarf.
( I guess you had to be there!!)
ALDERGROVE BY THE SEA
Tune: Lilly Marlene
Aldergrove by the mountain, Aldergrove by the sea.
Where they say there's a Wessex,
behind almost every tree.
Just like Odiham without the grass
you can stick them both right up your @rse.
Oh! Aldergrove by the mountain
Oh! Aldergrove by the sea.
THE DAY WE WENT TO BESSBROOK
Tune: The day we went to Bangor
Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bessbrook.
Lovely day, lost a donk on the way
and all for for under a pound a day.
On the way home
We let out a moan
Our guns were still in the sideboard.
So shouting a load
of the brevity code
We turned around.
THE STANDOWN SONG - AN ODE TO JJ JEROME
'Cos I'm going on Standown, the plane leaves today
and I'm going to get Laaaaagered in each and every way
Wop out your chequebok and Wop your wad,
Hello little girlie, sit on my knob!!.
Dunhovrin
Are you sure that you were in FOLA, for if you were, you would surely know the complete version!!
DO YOU KEN SOUTH ARMAGH
Tune: John Peel
1. Do you ken Bessbrook with its mill so high
and a rocket fence reaching up to the sky.
It was our second home when we're in NI
and it's always foggy in the morning.
CHORUS:
For a mortar bomb blew me out of bed,
so I rushed down to Buzzard and to him I said:
"I don't give a toss, report me to my boss,
there's a Stumbly coming down in the morning."
2. Do you ken Forkhill with the flasher in the night.
Car bombs and rockets and all kinds of *****
and those trips down to Jonesborough that gives us all a fright
and the Puma's on the fence in the morning.
CHORUS
3. Do you ken Crossmaglen, what a lovely little hole.
If you come in too fast you can nearly score a goal.
It's a good place to let the Co-pilot have a pole
'cos you're always downwind in the morning!
CHORUS
4. Do you ken NTH with its tiny little pan
where you're always on the screen of the television man.
And the local residents are all Republican,
with a pylon up your arse in the morning.
CHORUS
5. Do you ken that little boat down Carlingford way.
That pitches and tosses on a VertRep day.
With a fecking great mast that's always in the way.
Do you like wet bread in the morning?
The following 'song' explains why the Pumas are called 'Stumblys'
THE TAIL OF THE PLASTIC PUMA PILOT
Tune: The Wild Rover.
1. They came o'er the water with all good intent.
As soon as they'd landed, their Puma was spent.
They went to a station they tried to frequent
and told the operator: "My aircraft is bent"
Chorus:
And it's no, nay, never,
No never, no more
Will I fly the French Puma
No never, no more.
2. He offered me spanners, glue and Bodge tape.
Then he said "**** it, a Wessex it ain't".
Along came the Wessex, the queen of the sky.
It landed by the Puma, with a smile that was wry.
3. The briefed Walter and he did agree,
That for tasking in Ulster, the Line needed three:
One Puma to start with and one for the spare,
A third for good luck, it's plastic, take care!
4. I looked over Monaghan and what did I see?
A Puma crew flying so aimlessly.
They ask us for credit, we answer them , Nay.
For it's flyingg like yours we can get every day.
5. They stand in the corner, with their hands on ir hips.
Asking :"Tiger? Tiger?", their Puma's in bits.
They pluck up some courage, in the bar they maybe,
For sighted over there is a lost Stumbly....
OU'EST LE PUMA (another drinking song, also not supportive of 230s invaluable contribution to NI!)
Where's the Puma gone?
He's gone to Monaghan.
Where's the Puma gone?
He's gone to Monaghan.
Far, far away, far, far away.
AJ looked down and the TANS had dumped....
"Oh! ****, where the **** are we?"
THE BOYS OF 72
From the shores of Rathlin island
to mountains of Belcoo,
There's a mighty rumour spreading
about the boys of 72.
They will fight for Queen and Country
They will fight for victory
but the thing that really pleasesthem...
Is throwing out 230!!Throwing out 230...
The Wessex was known for its agricultural design, thank god I hear some say, so 230 used their great imagination to coin their only response to the daily barrage of banter:-
WESSEX ON THE GROUND
There's a Wessex on the ground, on the ground.
With its rotors going round, going round.
And it jumps up and down and shakes itself to bits
and gives the passengers the ****s, ****s, ****s.
the response..
We've been here since '69, '69.
With map and compass doing fine, doing fine.
We fly all day and drink our flying pay
And we don't have to buy a scarf, buy a scarf.
( I guess you had to be there!!)
ALDERGROVE BY THE SEA
Tune: Lilly Marlene
Aldergrove by the mountain, Aldergrove by the sea.
Where they say there's a Wessex,
behind almost every tree.
Just like Odiham without the grass
you can stick them both right up your @rse.
Oh! Aldergrove by the mountain
Oh! Aldergrove by the sea.
THE DAY WE WENT TO BESSBROOK
Tune: The day we went to Bangor
Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bessbrook.
Lovely day, lost a donk on the way
and all for for under a pound a day.
On the way home
We let out a moan
Our guns were still in the sideboard.
So shouting a load
of the brevity code
We turned around.
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STANDTO!!
GIVE ME A CHANCE!!
We seem to be on a helo theme here so just for STANDTO, here are a couple from South Africa to keep him occupied whilst I print him a freebie!
First one is (was) Echo1 Fight for life over Johannesburg about to get down onto the pad at Johannesburg General Hospital. The second was the 'baby' of the SAP Airwing at Rand, Bo105 ZS-HRF with the 'City of Gold' & (Coke ca cola) in the distance with the Hillbrow Tower. (Crashed into power cables whilst chasing a stolen BMW on the N3 highway a few days after I returned to the UK. Both crew survived but Pilot, Adrian, pretty bad, but that's for another day. I should have been on that day!)
and here is a couple for the military boys. This is the SA ORYX (Puma on acid) deploying members of the Special Task Force at a 'situation'.
Apologies for the download times, its late and Ive had a couple of glasses of SA red, feeling nostalgic!
More if you want to see them?
Snapshot.
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GIVE ME A CHANCE!!
We seem to be on a helo theme here so just for STANDTO, here are a couple from South Africa to keep him occupied whilst I print him a freebie!
First one is (was) Echo1 Fight for life over Johannesburg about to get down onto the pad at Johannesburg General Hospital. The second was the 'baby' of the SAP Airwing at Rand, Bo105 ZS-HRF with the 'City of Gold' & (Coke ca cola) in the distance with the Hillbrow Tower. (Crashed into power cables whilst chasing a stolen BMW on the N3 highway a few days after I returned to the UK. Both crew survived but Pilot, Adrian, pretty bad, but that's for another day. I should have been on that day!)
and here is a couple for the military boys. This is the SA ORYX (Puma on acid) deploying members of the Special Task Force at a 'situation'.
Apologies for the download times, its late and Ive had a couple of glasses of SA red, feeling nostalgic!
More if you want to see them?
Snapshot.
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Snaps,
Nice pics, and the Bucc shots that I sent are certainly for your CD.
I mentioned in an earlier dit about Hermes being an unhappy ship. After refit as a helicopter carrier, wardroom funds were low, but the problem was exacerbated by a miserable manager and a tewwibly GL Commander. We operated alongside the resident 814 during an excercise, and had a woeful time, since aircrew went without meals if they were flying!
Hence:
Oh Mother this Hermes a terrible place,
And I must add the food is a bloody disgrace
You've got to eat well if you hunt submarines
But all that they give us is bangers and beans
The bar's only open when the fishheads are in
But we're flying so we have to by pass the gin
Its a nine to five Wardroom and I'd much rather be
Drowning in Guinness that swimming in tea.
I remember one night when they let us all in
We'd to sit at the side and were told not to sing
But after a few beers a voice started sobbin'
Asking the gathering 'Who Killed Cock Robin?'
Now that was the sign that we'd been waiting for
Three fisheads were killed in the rush for the door
We're sorry Commander, we know it's not right
But the same f*cking things going to happen tonight.
Nice pics, and the Bucc shots that I sent are certainly for your CD.
I mentioned in an earlier dit about Hermes being an unhappy ship. After refit as a helicopter carrier, wardroom funds were low, but the problem was exacerbated by a miserable manager and a tewwibly GL Commander. We operated alongside the resident 814 during an excercise, and had a woeful time, since aircrew went without meals if they were flying!
Hence:
Oh Mother this Hermes a terrible place,
And I must add the food is a bloody disgrace
You've got to eat well if you hunt submarines
But all that they give us is bangers and beans
The bar's only open when the fishheads are in
But we're flying so we have to by pass the gin
Its a nine to five Wardroom and I'd much rather be
Drowning in Guinness that swimming in tea.
I remember one night when they let us all in
We'd to sit at the side and were told not to sing
But after a few beers a voice started sobbin'
Asking the gathering 'Who Killed Cock Robin?'
Now that was the sign that we'd been waiting for
Three fisheads were killed in the rush for the door
We're sorry Commander, we know it's not right
But the same f*cking things going to happen tonight.
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An ode to 824's boss:
Oh the wigley wogley men
They don't get up till ten
They give a shout
They run about
And go back to bed again
Oh the wigley wogley boys
Have put away their toys
Give them a beer
And you will hear
They make a lot of noise.
An ode to abstemiousness at sea: Among my souvenirs
There's nothing left for me
But cups of hot, strong tea
Beer's just a memory
Among my souvenirs
An old wine bill or two
An R.P.C. from you
Hangovers, not a few
Among my souvenirs
A coke does not seem right
To help me fly at night
And coffe after flight
Brings me no consolation
My body breaks apart
And then the tear drops start
I find my Good Pubs chart
Among my souvenirs
Oh the wigley wogley men
They don't get up till ten
They give a shout
They run about
And go back to bed again
Oh the wigley wogley boys
Have put away their toys
Give them a beer
And you will hear
They make a lot of noise.
An ode to abstemiousness at sea: Among my souvenirs
There's nothing left for me
But cups of hot, strong tea
Beer's just a memory
Among my souvenirs
An old wine bill or two
An R.P.C. from you
Hangovers, not a few
Among my souvenirs
A coke does not seem right
To help me fly at night
And coffe after flight
Brings me no consolation
My body breaks apart
And then the tear drops start
I find my Good Pubs chart
Among my souvenirs
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More tribute to Wigley:
Hey Ho Says Anthony Wigley
A is for aircrew, the men who can think
Hey ho says Wigley
B is the bar where we all sit and drink
With a roly poly
Up em and stuff em
Hey ho says Anthony Wigley
C is for C King, built to go ping
Hey ho etc.
D is the D who just can't do a thing,
Chorus
E is for Engineers, who like their pits,
Hey ho etc.
F is for Flyco, who gives us the sh*ts,
Chorus
G is for Gannet that tries to sink subs,
Hey ho etc.,
H is for Hangar, where AEO grubs,
Chorus
I is for injection from Ark Royal's quack,
Hey ho etc.
J is for Jolly-hog, Raines leads the pack,
Chorus.
K is for Kilo code, always in use,
Hey ho..
L is the LSO, hurling abuse,
Chorus
M is for MLA, always in doubt,
Hey ho..
N is the Nav who is always way out,
Chorus
O is for Ops, who is all p*ss and steam
Hey ho..
P is the programme thats always a dream
Chorus
Q is the quarts of HN that we drink
Hey ho..
R is the radio, again on the blink
Chorus
S is for SOBS who doesn't like chat,
Hey ho...
T is for training, we're all sick of that
Chorus
U is the urge that we try to contain
Hey ho..
V is the virgin we dream of in vain
Chorus
W's the wind that is outside the graphs,
Hey ho...
X,Y & Z you can stuff up your @rse,
Chorus
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Hey Ho Says Anthony Wigley
A is for aircrew, the men who can think
Hey ho says Wigley
B is the bar where we all sit and drink
With a roly poly
Up em and stuff em
Hey ho says Anthony Wigley
C is for C King, built to go ping
Hey ho etc.
D is the D who just can't do a thing,
Chorus
E is for Engineers, who like their pits,
Hey ho etc.
F is for Flyco, who gives us the sh*ts,
Chorus
G is for Gannet that tries to sink subs,
Hey ho etc.,
H is for Hangar, where AEO grubs,
Chorus
I is for injection from Ark Royal's quack,
Hey ho etc.
J is for Jolly-hog, Raines leads the pack,
Chorus.
K is for Kilo code, always in use,
Hey ho..
L is the LSO, hurling abuse,
Chorus
M is for MLA, always in doubt,
Hey ho..
N is the Nav who is always way out,
Chorus
O is for Ops, who is all p*ss and steam
Hey ho..
P is the programme thats always a dream
Chorus
Q is the quarts of HN that we drink
Hey ho..
R is the radio, again on the blink
Chorus
S is for SOBS who doesn't like chat,
Hey ho...
T is for training, we're all sick of that
Chorus
U is the urge that we try to contain
Hey ho..
V is the virgin we dream of in vain
Chorus
W's the wind that is outside the graphs,
Hey ho...
X,Y & Z you can stuff up your @rse,
Chorus
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While I'm in the mood, a few more rotary ditties:
Pinger pilot's lament
(Tune: I'm looking over a four leaf clover)
I'm bending over, a pinger looker
Like I've never bent before
I first had a U/C, I then had a Wren
But 16 months later it was back to front again
Oh the Senior P's complaining
The C.O.s waining,
But I just come back for more
'cos I'm bending over, a pinger looker
Like I never bent before.
Wessex Pilot
(Tune: The Urban Spaceman)
I'm your Wessex pilot baby, I can fly
I'm a supersonic guy
I'm your Wessex pilot baby, I've got speed
I've got everything I need.
I don't need systems, or a 5 piece rotor head
And shortly, all the pingers will be going off to bed
I'm your Wessex pilot baby, I can fly
I'm a supersonic guy
Four Blades on my Wessex
(Tune: 4 wheels on my wagon)
Four blades on my Wessex
And I'm still flying along,
the Senior P. is after me
But I'm singing a Happy Song
Three blades on my Wessex
And I'm still flying along
A throttle freeze, I'm in the trees
But I'm singing a Happy Song
Two blades on my Wessex,
And I'm still flying along
Radio's dead, I'm still ahead
And I'm singing a Happy Song
One blade on my Wessex
And I'm still flying along
Hydraulics duff, if that's not enough,
But I'm singing a Happy Song
No blades on my Wessex
And I ain't flying no more
Fuel and flames, blood and brains
But I'm singing a Happy Song
845 Song
(Tune: My Bonnie lies over the ocean)
(For the uninitiated, pingers and junglies are the opposites in FAA rotary aviation. Pingers do it all, whilst junglies are transport and wish they had done better in life
)
The pingers can't hold their ale lads,
We drink just to give them a fright
And when they are on their milkex
Well we'll drink on into the night
Oh we'll all pull together
The 845th is alive
Oh we'll all pull together
For flying the Wessex is fun
Well the junglies are God's gift to flying
A fact that is very well known
We'll fly thro' the worst of conditions
While the pingers are sitting at home
We don't like the task of the Sea King
A.S.W.'s particularly dank
They drop their balls in the oggin
But we'll use ours for a w@nk
Well we've heard of some other squadrons
But with us they cannot compete
When it comes to dare devil flying
Eight four five are quite the elite
SO listen well all of you students
If ever you have a doubt
Of choosing 'tween pinger and junglie
I assure you that pingers are out
We're still on Squadron songs, I take it, or do we branch out into the likes of Eskimo Nell, The Ball of Kirriemuir, Good Ship Venus or Little Angeline Can we block this thread from the PC police ?!!!
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Pinger pilot's lament
(Tune: I'm looking over a four leaf clover)
I'm bending over, a pinger looker
Like I've never bent before
I first had a U/C, I then had a Wren
But 16 months later it was back to front again
Oh the Senior P's complaining
The C.O.s waining,
But I just come back for more
'cos I'm bending over, a pinger looker
Like I never bent before.
Wessex Pilot
(Tune: The Urban Spaceman)
I'm your Wessex pilot baby, I can fly
I'm a supersonic guy
I'm your Wessex pilot baby, I've got speed
I've got everything I need.
I don't need systems, or a 5 piece rotor head
And shortly, all the pingers will be going off to bed
I'm your Wessex pilot baby, I can fly
I'm a supersonic guy
Four Blades on my Wessex
(Tune: 4 wheels on my wagon)
Four blades on my Wessex
And I'm still flying along,
the Senior P. is after me
But I'm singing a Happy Song
Three blades on my Wessex
And I'm still flying along
A throttle freeze, I'm in the trees
But I'm singing a Happy Song
Two blades on my Wessex,
And I'm still flying along
Radio's dead, I'm still ahead
And I'm singing a Happy Song
One blade on my Wessex
And I'm still flying along
Hydraulics duff, if that's not enough,
But I'm singing a Happy Song
No blades on my Wessex
And I ain't flying no more
Fuel and flames, blood and brains
But I'm singing a Happy Song
845 Song
(Tune: My Bonnie lies over the ocean)
(For the uninitiated, pingers and junglies are the opposites in FAA rotary aviation. Pingers do it all, whilst junglies are transport and wish they had done better in life
)The pingers can't hold their ale lads,
We drink just to give them a fright
And when they are on their milkex
Well we'll drink on into the night
Oh we'll all pull together
The 845th is alive
Oh we'll all pull together
For flying the Wessex is fun
Well the junglies are God's gift to flying
A fact that is very well known
We'll fly thro' the worst of conditions
While the pingers are sitting at home
We don't like the task of the Sea King
A.S.W.'s particularly dank
They drop their balls in the oggin
But we'll use ours for a w@nk
Well we've heard of some other squadrons
But with us they cannot compete
When it comes to dare devil flying
Eight four five are quite the elite
SO listen well all of you students
If ever you have a doubt
Of choosing 'tween pinger and junglie
I assure you that pingers are out
We're still on Squadron songs, I take it, or do we branch out into the likes of Eskimo Nell, The Ball of Kirriemuir, Good Ship Venus or Little Angeline
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JohnE,
Thanks for the comments on the photography and also again for your photographs.
As for the thread, let it rock, however, my original intention was to add a whole load onto the Buccaneer Tribute CD. It seems the only people making the effort pitching up with a tune or two are the boys for NI and yourself!
Me being a young dude! Can someone tell me what IS and whats NOT acceptable for the CD?
Snapshot.
Thanks for the comments on the photography and also again for your photographs.
As for the thread, let it rock, however, my original intention was to add a whole load onto the Buccaneer Tribute CD. It seems the only people making the effort pitching up with a tune or two are the boys for NI and yourself!
Me being a young dude! Can someone tell me what IS and whats NOT acceptable for the CD?
Snapshot.
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John E,
We are truly not worthy!!
Have you got this one?
"How many captions twinkle in the night on a Sea King Caution and Advisory?"
To the tune of an English Country Garden.
Once again I can't remember the words, probably to do with the CSB drunk while singing these....
We are truly not worthy!!
Have you got this one?
"How many captions twinkle in the night on a Sea King Caution and Advisory?"
To the tune of an English Country Garden.
Once again I can't remember the words, probably to do with the CSB drunk while singing these....
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oldpinger ......
let a Bagman enlighten you .....
HOW MANY CAPTIONS
How many captions twinkle in the night
from a Seaking caution advisory?
I’ll tell you now of some that we’ve had
and those I miss I’m sure you’ll pardon me
Rectifier, Fuel Flow, Generator afterglow,
Main Trans Chip and Auxillary loss of flow
Not to mention Anti-ice and the Bladefold all aglow
We shall have to ditch it shortly!
How many times have we fallen in the night
From the Seaking system hoverheight?
I’ll tell you now of one that we had
when we suffered a small oversight
Radalt fail, no Doppler height,
Select me Baralt, no green light,
overtorque and run and cut as any of us would
Now we’re recovering by transition from our first selected mission
As very superior Pilots
How many Goblins roam the Oceans wide
Trying to dodge the boys of XXX
I’ll tell you now of some that we hacked
and some we fudged by Vectac analysis
Standby Vectac override, two bloodhounds down by my side
Drop now now and the weapons running wild
Now we’re looking for the bubbles of a submarine in trouble
‘cos we’re all (squadron name) qualified
OR (FOR THE BAGGERS)
How many Hostiles fly around the skies
Trying to dodge the boys of 849
I’ll tell you now of some that we’ve splashed
And some we’ve fudged by radar and chinagraph
Standby widger close control, two sidewinders on the pole
Shoot now now and the missile’s running wild
Now we’re looking for the blast of a missile up his arse
‘cos we’re all 849 qualified
Regards,
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The OA
let a Bagman enlighten you .....
HOW MANY CAPTIONS
How many captions twinkle in the night
from a Seaking caution advisory?
I’ll tell you now of some that we’ve had
and those I miss I’m sure you’ll pardon me
Rectifier, Fuel Flow, Generator afterglow,
Main Trans Chip and Auxillary loss of flow
Not to mention Anti-ice and the Bladefold all aglow
We shall have to ditch it shortly!
How many times have we fallen in the night
From the Seaking system hoverheight?
I’ll tell you now of one that we had
when we suffered a small oversight
Radalt fail, no Doppler height,
Select me Baralt, no green light,
overtorque and run and cut as any of us would
Now we’re recovering by transition from our first selected mission
As very superior Pilots
How many Goblins roam the Oceans wide
Trying to dodge the boys of XXX
I’ll tell you now of some that we hacked
and some we fudged by Vectac analysis
Standby Vectac override, two bloodhounds down by my side
Drop now now and the weapons running wild
Now we’re looking for the bubbles of a submarine in trouble
‘cos we’re all (squadron name) qualified
OR (FOR THE BAGGERS)
How many Hostiles fly around the skies
Trying to dodge the boys of 849
I’ll tell you now of some that we’ve splashed
And some we’ve fudged by radar and chinagraph
Standby widger close control, two sidewinders on the pole
Shoot now now and the missile’s running wild
Now we’re looking for the blast of a missile up his arse
‘cos we’re all 849 qualified
Regards,
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The OA