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IT'S A SHYME We were comfy back in England Drinking beer and ale and wine When they slipped it to us, greasy And shipped us out to the front line. cho: It's a shyme the 'ole world over It's a shyme around the map The civilians gets the gravy While the Air Force gets the crap. Now we were young and we were eager Ten more missions and we're 'ome But they goosed us without warning Sent us flying 'cross the foam. As we flew over Windsor Castle And saluted all the 'ores We got it up the arse 'ole And we're far from Britain's shores. So we fly our stinking aircraft And we're risking all our lives While the cruds wot gyve us orders Are shacking with our wives. So as you sit amidst your family Blessed be the tie that binds Say a prayer for the Air Force Wot got it rammed up their behinds. From There I Was, Flat On My Back..., Stevens @bitching @Army @airplane filename[ SYMEOVR2 TUNE FILE: SYMEOVER CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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