Here's the full version of "Shacks" Shackletons don't bother me Shackletons don't bother me Clapped out abortions with flaps on their wings Sod all their pistons and their piston rings For were saying good bye to them all Three fifths of five eightths of sod all You'll get no enjoyment on coastal employment So cheer up my lads sod 'em all They say that the Shack is a mighty fine kite This we no longer doubt If you're in the air with a mig on your tale This is the way to get out Keep cool and keep calm and sedate mate Don't let your British blood boil Don't hesitate, ram them straight through the gate And smother the bastard in oil The old merlin engines that were in Shacks were renowned for throwing out oil if they were suddenly given full power. The engines were restricted to 90% power by a gate on the throttles. To achieve 100% power the throttles had to be pushed through the gates thus guaranteeing a black oily cloud of exhaust. In the late sixties during a NATO exercise a Shack was being buzzed over the North Sea by a Russian mig when the captain decided to dive down to sea level on full power to get rid of it. This resulted in the migs canopy beeing smothered in thick black sticky oil. The mig pilot, unable to see anything, then had to bail out and be rescued by an RAF Air Sea Rescue launch. There then followed an official complaint by the Russian embassy to MOD abuot the poor maintainance standards of our aircraft. This incident prompted the writing of this song. Daffydd
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