Sorry couldn't resist. To the tune of Barrets Privateers.

Well here I lie on the ground again
How I wish I was in the north pole now
When a bloody great jet roared overhead
I heard the noise and I raised me head
God damn then all down I fell
Me dressed up in the suit as well
If I had a hat I could roll on me chest
Now me arse is froze and I'n half deaf I hate that bloody RAF.

Den