Lyrics added.... Already in the DT - but without the tune noted and without the updated versions of aircraft. Its connection to Rugby is purly because the club was Marines.

GIVE ME OPERATIONS
Tune - Popeye the Sailor Man

Don't give me a P-38,
The props they counter-rotate,
They're scattered and smitten from Burma to Britain,
Don't give me a P-38.

CHORUS:
Just give me operations,
Way out on some lonely atoll,
For I am too young to die,
I just want to grow old.
Don't give me a p-39,

The engine is mounted behind,
They'll tumble and spin and auger you in,
Don't give me a P-39.

Don't give me a Peter Four-Oh,
A hell of an airplane I know,
A ground loopin' bastard, you're sure to get plastered,
Don't give me a Peter Four-Oh.

Don't give me a P-51,
It was alright for fighting the Hun,
But with coolant tank dry, you'll run out of sky,
Don't give me a P-51.

Don't give me a P-61,
For night flyin' is no fun,
They say it's a lark, but I'm scared of the dark,
Don't give me a P-61.

Don't give me an F-84,
She's just a gound-lovin' whore,
She'll whine, moan, and wheeze, and she'll clobber the trees,
Don't give me an F-84.

Don't give me an old Thunderbolt,
It gave many a pilot a jolt,
It looks like a jug and it flies like a tug,
Don't give me an old Thunderbolt.

Don't give me a jet Shooting Star,
It'll go, but not very far.
It'll rumble and spout, but soon will flame out,
Don't give me a jet Shooting Star.

Don't give me an F-86,
With wings like broken match sticks,
They'll zoom and they'll hover, but as for top cover,
Don't give me an F-86.

Don't give me an F-89,
Though Time says they'll really climb,
They're all in the States, all boxed up in crates,
Don't give me an F-89.

Don't give me an F-94,
It's never established a score,
It may fly in weather, but won't hold together,
Don't give me an F-94.

Don't give me an 86-D,
With rockets, radar, and A/B,
She's fast, I don't care, she blows up in midair,
Don't give me an 86-D.

Don't give me a C-45,
So slow it stalls out in a dive,
A ground loop built in it, and bird colonels in it,
Don't give me a C-45.

Don't give me a C-54,
Six inches of rugs on the floor,
And we'll go fat-cattin' from here to Manhatten,
Don't give me a C-54.

Don't give me a B-45,
The pilots don't get back alive,
The MiG-15's chase 'em, they soon will erase 'em,
Don't give me a B-45.

Don't give me a One-Double-Oh,
The bastard is ready to blow,
The A/B is there, but you're sayin' a prayer,v Don't give me a One-Double-Oh.

Don't give me an F-102,
It never goes up when it's blue,
An all-weather coffin, that flames out so often,
Don't give me an F-102.

Don't give me a Phantom 4C,
Radar, co-pilot, A/B,
It may be some fun, but it don't have a gun,
Don't give me a Phantom 4C.