Some fragments of other versions-

There are no fighter pilots in the Corps (in the corps)
There are no fighter pilots in the corps (in the corps)
Cause the corps is on the shore
Making mothers out of whores
There are no fighter pilots in the corps.

Glorious, victorious,
One keg of beer for the four of us
Singing glory be to God that there are no more of us
For one of us could drink it all -down- damn near-
Pass the beer to the rear of the squadron.

There are no fighter pilots in the army...

There are no fighter pilots in the navy...
etc.

There ain't no serious hosers in Calgary
There ain't no serious hosers in Calgary
Cause they'll wade through waist deep snow
Just to give a cow a blow,
Oh, there ain't no serious hosers in Calgary

The song may be English or Irish origin. First World War vintage??

One beer for one, two beers for two...

Drunk last night, drunk the night before,
Gonna get drunk tonight like we never got drunk before,
Cause when we're drunk we're happy as can be,
We are the members of the McDonough family
Oh, the McDonough Family is the best family
That ever came over, across the wide blue sea
Singing glorious, glorious,
One keg of beer ....

(a similar version and some other Irish songs at