Fighter Pilots Oh there are no fighter pilots down in Hell Oh there are no fighter pilots down in Hell The place is full of queers Navigators, Bombardiers But there are no fighter pilots down in Hell! Oh there are no fighter pilots in the States Oh there are no fighter pilots in the States They are off to foreign shores Making mothers out of whores Oh there are no fighter pilots in the States! Oh the bomber pilot's life is just a farce Oh the bomber pilot's life is just a farce The automatic pilot's on He's reading novels in the john Oh the bomber pilot's life is just a farce! Oh there are no fighter pilots up in Fifth, Oh there are no fighter pilots up in Fifth The place is full of brass Sitting 'round on their fat ass Oh there are no fighter pilots up in Fifth! Oh it's naughty, naughty, naughty but it's nice If you ever do it once you'll do it twice It'll wreck your reputation But increase the population Oh it's naughty, naughty, naughty but it's nice! (Or, in Ivy League colleges during the same era) Oh the boys up at Yale get no tail, Oh the boys up at Yale get no tail, For lack of recreation They resort to masturbation It's a hell of a situation up at Yale. Tune: Drink 'Em Down (Also verse of Johnny with the Bandy Legs) RG
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