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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-38; the props, they counter-rotate She’s smattered and smitten from Burma to Britain Don’t give me a P-38

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Don’t give me a P-39; the engine is mounted behind She’ll tumble and roll, and she’ll bore a deep hole Don’t give me a P-39

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Don’t give me a Peter-four-oh; it’s a hell of an airplane, I know A ground-looping bastard, you’re bound to get plastered Don’t give me a Peter-four-oh

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Don’t give me an old Thunderbolt; she gave many pilots a jolt It looks like a jug, and it flies like a tug Don’t give me an old Thunderbolt

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Don’t give me a P-51; the airplane that’s second to none She’ll loop, roll and spin, but she’ll auger you in Don’t give me a P-51

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Don’t give me an F-82; that monster from out of the blue You won’t understand just who’s in command Don’t give me an F-82

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Don’t give me an old Shooting Star; she goes, but not very far She’ll rumble and spout, and will surely flame out Don’t give me an old Shooting Star

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Don’t give me an F-84; her pilots they ain’t here no more They bombed in that crate, but they all pulled out late Don’t give me an F-84

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Don’t give me an 86D, with rockets, radar, and AB She’s fast, I don’t care; she blows up in mid-air Don’t give me an 86D

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Don’t give me a One-Double-Oh to fight against friendly or foe That old Sabre dance made me crap in my pants Don’t give me a One-Double-Oh

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Don’t give me McDonnell’s Voodoo; there’s nothing that she will not do

She’ll really pitch up, she’ll make you throw up Don’t give me McDonnell’s Voodoo

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Don’t give me an F-104; she’s faster than Lightning fer shore But after one pass there’s no bullets, no gas Don’t give me an F-104

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Don’t give me an F-105, ‘cause I like being alive She’s great for attack, she soaks up mach-mach flak Don’t give me an F-105

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Don’t give me an old F-4C, with a navigator flying with me Her dihedral’s neat, but she’s got a back seat Don’t give me an old F-4C Just give me operations way out on some lonely atoll For I am too young to die; I just want to grow old

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