Traditional Squadron Songs
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Traditional Squadron Songs
Thought a thread on traditional Squadron songs would be in order!
I ALWAYS get a humungous smile when I recall such inter-Air Force/Sqn songs and banter around the bazaars. Usually accompanied with copious amounts of beer, smoke and the odd piano in flames etc.
Some of you know I am producing a Buccaneer Tribute CD so, whether its Banana related or not, thought it would be cool to add the 'best' ones to the CD just for the sake of it.
Here follows the one that started me off.
Trust you dont mind Flatus?
'Taken from a recent post from Flatus Veteranus'
On 208 at Abu Sueir we adopted (out of bolshiness and perhaps prescience) as our marching song the following litle ditty :-
"Gegen England"
"The flag flies high at the masthead,
We'll fight for the honour of the Reich!
No longer do we tremble
At England's military might!
So give to me your hand, fraulein,
Your lilly white hand, fraulein,
For today we march against England, Against England! Against England, England's Island shores!(x 3)"
And if I fall in battle, and sink to the bottom of the sea (big splash!)
Remember this mein fraulein, my blood was shed for thee (sob, sob!)
So give to me your hand, fraulein...etc etc"
Arriving in the anteroom at the head of a column of 208 mates singing this, already half-pi$$ed, and late for the dining-in night, and giving the nazi salute to the President (a HQ MEAF Wg cdr) went down like a lead balloon. Another "axminster shuffle" (nice one BEagle!) by me next morning. Happy days!
Cheers Flatus, read my comments on the RAF/Luftwaffe thread.
So, who's next?
I recall being in the 'Sandymount' near Valley with 'Hagar' a few years ago, as the bar kept us upright, well almost. I was introduced to the subtle tune of
"Rolling down the runway,
throttles open wide,
see the mighty Phantom,
sway from side to side...
What was the rest?
Snapshot.
I ALWAYS get a humungous smile when I recall such inter-Air Force/Sqn songs and banter around the bazaars. Usually accompanied with copious amounts of beer, smoke and the odd piano in flames etc.
Some of you know I am producing a Buccaneer Tribute CD so, whether its Banana related or not, thought it would be cool to add the 'best' ones to the CD just for the sake of it.
Here follows the one that started me off.
Trust you dont mind Flatus?
'Taken from a recent post from Flatus Veteranus'
On 208 at Abu Sueir we adopted (out of bolshiness and perhaps prescience) as our marching song the following litle ditty :-
"Gegen England"
"The flag flies high at the masthead,
We'll fight for the honour of the Reich!
No longer do we tremble
At England's military might!
So give to me your hand, fraulein,
Your lilly white hand, fraulein,
For today we march against England, Against England! Against England, England's Island shores!(x 3)"
And if I fall in battle, and sink to the bottom of the sea (big splash!)
Remember this mein fraulein, my blood was shed for thee (sob, sob!)
So give to me your hand, fraulein...etc etc"
Arriving in the anteroom at the head of a column of 208 mates singing this, already half-pi$$ed, and late for the dining-in night, and giving the nazi salute to the President (a HQ MEAF Wg cdr) went down like a lead balloon. Another "axminster shuffle" (nice one BEagle!) by me next morning. Happy days!
Cheers Flatus, read my comments on the RAF/Luftwaffe thread.
So, who's next?
I recall being in the 'Sandymount' near Valley with 'Hagar' a few years ago, as the bar kept us upright, well almost. I was introduced to the subtle tune of
"Rolling down the runway,
throttles open wide,
see the mighty Phantom,
sway from side to side...
What was the rest?
Snapshot.
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Snapshot,
I wrote a song to the tune of "The Flag" when I was on 17 at Bruggen. I've carefully refained from giving anyone all the words over the years, but I thought "soddit, why not". So here they are; incidentally, I am a QWI, so I'm allowed to write songs like this!
The QWI Song.
Oh the JPs banter the QWIs, they fight for the right to keep their score.
But the QWIs say to the JPs, the range is 1900 not 4,
So give to me your film JP, your over-exposed film JP,
'Cos I'm going to scrub your strafe score,
And your bombs for being low, being low, being low
'COS I'M GOD!
Jump into the front of the T-Bird, and I'll show you how I earn my pay.
Don't do it the way I show you, just do it the way I say.
Look at the way you push and pull JP, you'll never get a bull JP,
Well all right that must have been a lucky one,
Just don't do it that way again, way again, way again
'COS I'M GOD!
Now watch while I get my speed right, and my height is more or less OK.
And I pickle on the target, now that's the QWI way.
What do you mean off plot RSO, that must be a load of rot RSO,
For I'm showing the JP how to do it,
Therefore that plot must be wrong, must be wrong, must be wrong
'COS I'M GOD!
And now we're back in the ciné room, and that's where I come to the fore.
I can bollock you for your parameters, but I can't tell you your score,
But listen to me you should JP, 'cos I am fuc*ing good JP,
Even though my own scores are abysmal,
I can bull-sh*t my way through, my way through, my way through
'COS I'M GOD!!
[This message has been edited by Wholigan (edited 13 June 2001).]
I wrote a song to the tune of "The Flag" when I was on 17 at Bruggen. I've carefully refained from giving anyone all the words over the years, but I thought "soddit, why not". So here they are; incidentally, I am a QWI, so I'm allowed to write songs like this!
The QWI Song.
Oh the JPs banter the QWIs, they fight for the right to keep their score.
But the QWIs say to the JPs, the range is 1900 not 4,
So give to me your film JP, your over-exposed film JP,
'Cos I'm going to scrub your strafe score,
And your bombs for being low, being low, being low
'COS I'M GOD!
Jump into the front of the T-Bird, and I'll show you how I earn my pay.
Don't do it the way I show you, just do it the way I say.
Look at the way you push and pull JP, you'll never get a bull JP,
Well all right that must have been a lucky one,
Just don't do it that way again, way again, way again
'COS I'M GOD!
Now watch while I get my speed right, and my height is more or less OK.
And I pickle on the target, now that's the QWI way.
What do you mean off plot RSO, that must be a load of rot RSO,
For I'm showing the JP how to do it,
Therefore that plot must be wrong, must be wrong, must be wrong
'COS I'M GOD!
And now we're back in the ciné room, and that's where I come to the fore.
I can bollock you for your parameters, but I can't tell you your score,
But listen to me you should JP, 'cos I am fuc*ing good JP,
Even though my own scores are abysmal,
I can bull-sh*t my way through, my way through, my way through
'COS I'M GOD!!
[This message has been edited by Wholigan (edited 13 June 2001).]
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Shaibah Blues
(Origin between the wars, MEAF. Somersetshire was a troop ship)
We're leaving Khartoum by the light of the moon,
We're sailing by night and by day!
As we pass Kasfreet, we've f**k-all to eat
'cos we've thrown all our rations away!
Shire, Shire, Somersetshire!
The skipper looks on her with pride.
he'd have a blue fit if he saw any sh*t
on the side of the Somersetshire!
This is my story, this is my song,
I've been in this air force to f**king long!
So roll on the Nelson, the Rodney, Renown,
you can't sink the Hood 'cos the b*stard's gone down!
I've got those Shaibah Blues, Shaibah Blues,
I'm fed up, and I'm f**ked up, and I'm Blue!
Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, and a f**king fine sunbeam am I!
Its a long time since I sang this, so please correct me, anyone.
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(Origin between the wars, MEAF. Somersetshire was a troop ship)
We're leaving Khartoum by the light of the moon,
We're sailing by night and by day!
As we pass Kasfreet, we've f**k-all to eat
'cos we've thrown all our rations away!
Shire, Shire, Somersetshire!
The skipper looks on her with pride.
he'd have a blue fit if he saw any sh*t
on the side of the Somersetshire!
This is my story, this is my song,
I've been in this air force to f**king long!
So roll on the Nelson, the Rodney, Renown,
you can't sink the Hood 'cos the b*stard's gone down!
I've got those Shaibah Blues, Shaibah Blues,
I'm fed up, and I'm f**ked up, and I'm Blue!
Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, and a f**king fine sunbeam am I!
Its a long time since I sang this, so please correct me, anyone.
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Middle East .........
Shack stood on the runway, giving all he'd got,
Four were turning, two were burning, sounds an awful lot,
They might just get it airborne, and then again might not,
But we're in the Air Force for glory.
CHORUS
We're 8, we're 8 and basic are our needs,
We're 8, we're 8 and awesome are our deeds,
Everywhere we make a hit, for go**ies we don't give a sh*t,
We're in the Air Force for glory.
Several other verses and definitely NOT PC!
Shack stood on the runway, giving all he'd got,
Four were turning, two were burning, sounds an awful lot,
They might just get it airborne, and then again might not,
But we're in the Air Force for glory.
CHORUS
We're 8, we're 8 and basic are our needs,
We're 8, we're 8 and awesome are our deeds,
Everywhere we make a hit, for go**ies we don't give a sh*t,
We're in the Air Force for glory.
Several other verses and definitely NOT PC!
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More Middle-East non-PC !!!
To the tune of "My Old Man Said Follow The Van".
When there's a war, then we'll be sent for,
To chase the go**y hordes back to their homes.
208 defends all your wives and mothers,
The people who know never send for the others,
'Cos they dilly, they dally, dally and they dilly,
Lose their way 'cos they are all 3rd rate,
No you can't trust 8 Squadron like the real fighter pilots,
That we've got on 208.
To the tune of "My Old Man Said Follow The Van".
When there's a war, then we'll be sent for,
To chase the go**y hordes back to their homes.
208 defends all your wives and mothers,
The people who know never send for the others,
'Cos they dilly, they dally, dally and they dilly,
Lose their way 'cos they are all 3rd rate,
No you can't trust 8 Squadron like the real fighter pilots,
That we've got on 208.
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Rolling down the runway
throttles open wide
See the mighty Phantom
sway from side to side
Airborne again without a blip
Its just one more aborted trip
but we're pressing on regardless
For the wg cdrs AFC
Went to early briefing
Climbed into the kite
Opened up the throttles
And roared into the night
Leaving the flare path far behind
Its dark outside but we dont mind
Cos we're pressing on regardless
For the wg cdr's AFC
now the war is over
we've reached the promise land
the Wg cdr meets us and shakes us by the hand
well done chaps
I thank you men
I've just received by BEM
but we're pressing on regardless
for the wg cdr's AFC (and bar)
rolling down the runway
throttle open wide
see the mighty Falcon
sway from side to side
airborne again with just 9 G
I wish I had a nav with me (!)
But we're pressing on regardless
For the wg dr's AFC
rolling down the runway
throttles open wide
see the mighty Jaguar
sway from side to side
Airborne again, but only just
Its not much fun
With F*** all thrust
But.... etc
Have the words for several other charming ditties but most aren't too pc in this multi-sexuality world, you might know this one though:
When you're a pilot (to the tune of when I'm 64)
when youre a pilot on treble 1
you're on QRA
Dumping all your missiles
in the forth of tay
you don't need them
throw them away
you sit on your bar stool drinking your milk
we think you're a bunch of bums
Nobody needs you, nobody heeds you
F*** off treble 1 x2
When you're a pilot on treble 1
You are on display
Flying your formation in St Andrews Cross
Who authorised that - best ask the boss
Coming round finals, number 2 makes a twitch
Then your wing tips gone
Theres a big load of spray and you end in the bay so
F*** off treble 1 x2
When you're a pilot on 74
you fly in straight lines
Dresing up in all your fancy yankee kit
we don't need you, you give us the s**ts
you sit on your bar stool drinking your milk
then fall on the floor
Nobody needs you, nobody heeds you
F*** off 74 x2
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throttles open wide
See the mighty Phantom
sway from side to side
Airborne again without a blip
Its just one more aborted trip
but we're pressing on regardless
For the wg cdrs AFC
Went to early briefing
Climbed into the kite
Opened up the throttles
And roared into the night
Leaving the flare path far behind
Its dark outside but we dont mind
Cos we're pressing on regardless
For the wg cdr's AFC
now the war is over
we've reached the promise land
the Wg cdr meets us and shakes us by the hand
well done chaps
I thank you men
I've just received by BEM
but we're pressing on regardless
for the wg cdr's AFC (and bar)
rolling down the runway
throttle open wide
see the mighty Falcon
sway from side to side
airborne again with just 9 G
I wish I had a nav with me (!)
But we're pressing on regardless
For the wg dr's AFC
rolling down the runway
throttles open wide
see the mighty Jaguar
sway from side to side
Airborne again, but only just
Its not much fun
With F*** all thrust
But.... etc
Have the words for several other charming ditties but most aren't too pc in this multi-sexuality world, you might know this one though:
When you're a pilot (to the tune of when I'm 64)
when youre a pilot on treble 1
you're on QRA
Dumping all your missiles
in the forth of tay
you don't need them
throw them away
you sit on your bar stool drinking your milk
we think you're a bunch of bums
Nobody needs you, nobody heeds you
F*** off treble 1 x2
When you're a pilot on treble 1
You are on display
Flying your formation in St Andrews Cross
Who authorised that - best ask the boss
Coming round finals, number 2 makes a twitch
Then your wing tips gone
Theres a big load of spray and you end in the bay so
F*** off treble 1 x2
When you're a pilot on 74
you fly in straight lines
Dresing up in all your fancy yankee kit
we don't need you, you give us the s**ts
you sit on your bar stool drinking your milk
then fall on the floor
Nobody needs you, nobody heeds you
F*** off 74 x2
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Another to the tune of "The Flag" not PC but what the hell, but should bring back memories of the mighty bannanas last great stand.
Oh Basra burns brightly on the Tigris, we bombed the Iraqui Ba@*+rds day and night
No longer will we tremble gainst Saddams military might!
Your ships we've sank Saddam
Youre airforce is W**k Saddam
For tonights the mother of all battles - Saddam, Saddam he's insane,he's insane, he's insane - Inshallah.
And if I die in Battle and crash in a fireball in the sand
Remember this my darling - the Harriers didn't lend a hand!
So where were you, you Harrier mates?
You couldn't miss the airshow dates,
So we left you festering at Gutersloh, Propping , Propping up the bar, up the bar, up the bar -up yours
Oh Basra burns brightly on the Tigris, we bombed the Iraqui Ba@*+rds day and night
No longer will we tremble gainst Saddams military might!
Your ships we've sank Saddam
Youre airforce is W**k Saddam
For tonights the mother of all battles - Saddam, Saddam he's insane,he's insane, he's insane - Inshallah.
And if I die in Battle and crash in a fireball in the sand
Remember this my darling - the Harriers didn't lend a hand!
So where were you, you Harrier mates?
You couldn't miss the airshow dates,
So we left you festering at Gutersloh, Propping , Propping up the bar, up the bar, up the bar -up yours
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Just got back after a night away, AWESOME, had to have a break half way through as I savoured the atmosphere of each song!
Keep em coming, this is going to be an awesome thread. If anyone is worried about one being too P Correct, e-mail it to directly, I still might put it onto the CD, might even have a Squadron song area of my website?
Lets not forget tradition, a MASSIVE part of our past, present (only just) and with luck, future. Keep em coming.
[email protected]
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Keep em coming, this is going to be an awesome thread. If anyone is worried about one being too P Correct, e-mail it to directly, I still might put it onto the CD, might even have a Squadron song area of my website?
Lets not forget tradition, a MASSIVE part of our past, present (only just) and with luck, future. Keep em coming.
[email protected]
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Now then snapshot.
The old girl who lives next door to me is the widow of an old nightfighter pilot on 255 SQN. She lent me the squadron history a while back and I was surprised to find in it a little ditty along the lines of........
"......Your discipline's pathetic,
Your b£$lsh&&t is a farce
You can shove your fighting 255
Right up your F&*cking ar$e"
I nearly spilt my Pimms
The old girl who lives next door to me is the widow of an old nightfighter pilot on 255 SQN. She lent me the squadron history a while back and I was surprised to find in it a little ditty along the lines of........
"......Your discipline's pathetic,
Your b£$lsh&&t is a farce
You can shove your fighting 255
Right up your F&*cking ar$e"
I nearly spilt my Pimms
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A well-known one:
"I don't want to join the Air Force
I don't want to go to war
I'd rather hang around
Picadilly underground
Living off the earnings of a high class lady
I don't want a bayonet up my arsehole
I don't want my b0ll0cks shot away (SHOT AWAY)
I'd rather stay in England
In merry, merry England
And fornicate my f******g life away (COR BLIMEY)
On Monday I touched her on the ankle
On Tuesday I touched her on the knee
On Wednesday I confess - I lifted up her dress
On Thursday I saw it (COR BLIMEY)
On Friday I placed my hand upon it
On Saturday She gave my balls a tweak (BALLS A TWEAK)
On Sunday after supper
I rammed the f****r up her
And now I'm paying seven & six a week (COR BLIMEY)
and so it continues
QB
"I don't want to join the Air Force
I don't want to go to war
I'd rather hang around
Picadilly underground
Living off the earnings of a high class lady
I don't want a bayonet up my arsehole
I don't want my b0ll0cks shot away (SHOT AWAY)
I'd rather stay in England
In merry, merry England
And fornicate my f******g life away (COR BLIMEY)
On Monday I touched her on the ankle
On Tuesday I touched her on the knee
On Wednesday I confess - I lifted up her dress
On Thursday I saw it (COR BLIMEY)
On Friday I placed my hand upon it
On Saturday She gave my balls a tweak (BALLS A TWEAK)
On Sunday after supper
I rammed the f****r up her
And now I'm paying seven & six a week (COR BLIMEY)
and so it continues
QB
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Not traditional, but apposite for all us Herc Mates (especially the guild of Navigators after a night in Akronelli):
"Show me the way to go home,
I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
Oh, I had a little drink about an hour ago,
and it's gone right to my head.
Wherever I may roam, on land or sea or foam.
You will always hear me singing this song,
Show me the way to go home."
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"Show me the way to go home,
I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
Oh, I had a little drink about an hour ago,
and it's gone right to my head.
Wherever I may roam, on land or sea or foam.
You will always hear me singing this song,
Show me the way to go home."
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I suppose it had to be posted, ITS ABOUT TIME IT WAS!
How many of you would actually admit to singing this then?
Altogether now, to the tune of 'Que sera, sera'.
Way back in 1954 was a designer with an idea,
he built a bomber stronger than $hit
and called it the Buc-ca-neer
(Chorus)
Buccaneer caneer, a classic of yesteryear
the future is crystal clear,
Buccaneer, caneer
Way back in 1964 I asked the CO "whats in a name?"
Should I fly Phantoms, should I **** 'Cats'?
He said "its all the same".
(Chorus)
Buccaneer caneer, a classic of yesteryear
the future is crystal clear,
Buccaneer, caneer
Way back in 1974 we brought the Jaguar shiny and neat
Goes supersonic, carries F##k all,
now it is ob-so-lete
(Chorus)
Buccaneer caneer, a classic of yesteryear
the future is crystal clear,
Buccaneer, caneer
Now it is 1984 we have Tornado, isnt it ace,
Bombs in a bucket, night TFR,
25 miles from base.
(Chorus)
Buccaneer caneer, a classic of yesteryear
the future is crystal clear,
Buccaneer, caneer
I KNOW ALL in the photograph do not mind me posting this, PLEASE no reference to names, I am sure many of you know the guilty. If anyone has a snag with this, I shall remove it but all shall be FULLY revealed on the Banana CD (apologies, but this is NOT an advert)
BETTER TIMES! Or One HELL of a night!
GIVE ME BUCCANEERS
Dont give me the Jaguar,
unless you refer to the car,
the car is a ground hog - the aircraft is half frog
dont give me the Jaguar.
(Chorus)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
We are the last of the few.
Dont give me the Harrier jump jet,
You haven't convinced me yet,
Jets that fly backwards, is soon to be knackered,
Dont give me the Harrier jump jet.
(Chorus)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
We are the last of the few.
Dont give me this computer crap,
Its no way to tackle a SAP,
Its OK for Dicks, Germans and Spicks,
But a Gentleman carries a map (for Rick 'P').
(Chorus)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
We are the last of the few.
Dont give me Air Traffic Control,
They live in a bloddy great hole,
They scream and they shout, then F##k you about,
Dont give me Air Traffic Control.
(Chorus)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
We are the last of the few.
Dont give me the F-104,
Its only a ground loving whore,
It goes in a turn, flick spin and burn,
Dont give me the F-104,
(Chorus x2)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
WE ARE THE LAST OF THE FEW.
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How many of you would actually admit to singing this then?
Altogether now, to the tune of 'Que sera, sera'.
Way back in 1954 was a designer with an idea,
he built a bomber stronger than $hit
and called it the Buc-ca-neer
(Chorus)
Buccaneer caneer, a classic of yesteryear
the future is crystal clear,
Buccaneer, caneer
Way back in 1964 I asked the CO "whats in a name?"
Should I fly Phantoms, should I **** 'Cats'?
He said "its all the same".
(Chorus)
Buccaneer caneer, a classic of yesteryear
the future is crystal clear,
Buccaneer, caneer
Way back in 1974 we brought the Jaguar shiny and neat
Goes supersonic, carries F##k all,
now it is ob-so-lete
(Chorus)
Buccaneer caneer, a classic of yesteryear
the future is crystal clear,
Buccaneer, caneer
Now it is 1984 we have Tornado, isnt it ace,
Bombs in a bucket, night TFR,
25 miles from base.
(Chorus)
Buccaneer caneer, a classic of yesteryear
the future is crystal clear,
Buccaneer, caneer
I KNOW ALL in the photograph do not mind me posting this, PLEASE no reference to names, I am sure many of you know the guilty
. If anyone has a snag with this, I shall remove it but all shall be FULLY revealed on the Banana CD (apologies, but this is NOT an advert)BETTER TIMES! Or One HELL of a night!
GIVE ME BUCCANEERS
Dont give me the Jaguar,
unless you refer to the car,
the car is a ground hog - the aircraft is half frog
dont give me the Jaguar.
(Chorus)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
We are the last of the few.
Dont give me the Harrier jump jet,
You haven't convinced me yet,
Jets that fly backwards, is soon to be knackered,
Dont give me the Harrier jump jet.
(Chorus)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
We are the last of the few.
Dont give me this computer crap,
Its no way to tackle a SAP,
Its OK for Dicks, Germans and Spicks,
But a Gentleman carries a map (for Rick 'P').
(Chorus)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
We are the last of the few.
Dont give me Air Traffic Control,
They live in a bloddy great hole,
They scream and they shout, then F##k you about,
Dont give me Air Traffic Control.
(Chorus)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
We are the last of the few.
Dont give me the F-104,
Its only a ground loving whore,
It goes in a turn, flick spin and burn,
Dont give me the F-104,
(Chorus x2)
Give me Buccaneers,
theyre British through and through,
The Banana Jet,
The Best we've had yet,
WE ARE THE LAST OF THE FEW.
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Plenty of songs available from the FAAOA, they have a book available "The Fleet Air Arm Song Book" at http://www.fleetairarmoa.org/FAAOA.html
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A contribution from my father-in-law (ex FAA TAG):
Fairey! Fairey! give me your answer do.
What is wrong with mu Barracuda 11?
Dive bombing has strained my structure,
I've got a stressed-skin rupture,
And rivets pop
Along the top
and one of them might hit you.
Fairey! Fairey! What are we going to do?
Nine Wing's grounded - looks pretty bad for you.
When my Barra falls as under
I'll be a wingless wonder
I'll jump out quick
And bring my stick
And stuff it right up you.
(he has others, if anyone is interested..)
Fairey! Fairey! give me your answer do.
What is wrong with mu Barracuda 11?
Dive bombing has strained my structure,
I've got a stressed-skin rupture,
And rivets pop
Along the top
and one of them might hit you.
Fairey! Fairey! What are we going to do?
Nine Wing's grounded - looks pretty bad for you.
When my Barra falls as under
I'll be a wingless wonder
I'll jump out quick
And bring my stick
And stuff it right up you.
(he has others, if anyone is interested..)
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Here's one courtesy of my father-in-law,an ex-FAA TAG.
Fairey! Fairey! vgive me your answer do,
What is wrong with my Barracuda 11?
Dive bombing has strained my structure,
I've got a stressed-skin rupture,
And rivets po
along the top
And one of them might hit you.
Fairey! Fairey! What are we going to do?
Nine Wing's grounded - looks pretty bad for you
When my Barra falls as under
I'll be a wingless wonder
I'll jump out quick
And bring my stick
And stuff it straight up you.
Fairey! Fairey! vgive me your answer do,
What is wrong with my Barracuda 11?
Dive bombing has strained my structure,
I've got a stressed-skin rupture,
And rivets po
along the top
And one of them might hit you.
Fairey! Fairey! What are we going to do?
Nine Wing's grounded - looks pretty bad for you
When my Barra falls as under
I'll be a wingless wonder
I'll jump out quick
And bring my stick
And stuff it straight up you.
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A D Mate - great posting earlier!
I wonder how many people remember that ill fated day when poor old MM on 111 did indeed (have to) drop his tanks and missiles in the Firth of Tay! Seems only yesterday. Did 43 laugh - you bet your sweet ar$e they did!
I wonder how many people remember that ill fated day when poor old MM on 111 did indeed (have to) drop his tanks and missiles in the Firth of Tay! Seems only yesterday. Did 43 laugh - you bet your sweet ar$e they did!
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Anyone know all (or a lot of) the verses of "Rotareee"?
I can last remember singing as a sqn en masse to a lot a of very confused USN P3 pilots at their happy hour.
Unfortunately I only know the first verse, as follows,
can anyone help with the rest?
When I was young I asked my CO,
What should I do?
Should I fixed wing,
should I W#$k cats.....
It's all the same to me,
Rotaree, taree, the Seaikings the bird for me, she flies so gracefully, rotaree, taree etc
I can last remember singing as a sqn en masse to a lot a of very confused USN P3 pilots at their happy hour.
Unfortunately I only know the first verse, as follows,
can anyone help with the rest?
When I was young I asked my CO,
What should I do?
Should I fixed wing,
should I W#$k cats.....
It's all the same to me,
Rotaree, taree, the Seaikings the bird for me, she flies so gracefully, rotaree, taree etc
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oldpinger - more verses
The truckie pilots are so flash
designer labels, they have all got.
But ask the ladies, what they prefer
and a Big Chopper beats the lot.
Rotary, tary etc
Fast-jets jockies are so cool
they sound so punchy, on the RT.
But when they bang-out, fifty miles out
they call for rotary.
Rotary, tary etc
The truckie pilots are so flash
designer labels, they have all got.
But ask the ladies, what they prefer
and a Big Chopper beats the lot.
Rotary, tary etc
Fast-jets jockies are so cool
they sound so punchy, on the RT.
But when they bang-out, fifty miles out
they call for rotary.
Rotary, tary etc