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