halleluia halleluia throw a nickel on the grass, save a fighter pilot's ... halleluia halleluia throw a nickel on the grass & you'll be saved.
I was cruising down the Yalu, doin' 6 & 20 per when a call came from the Major, "oh won't you save me, sir got 3 flak holes in my wingtips & my tanks ain't got no gas mayday mayday mayday, I got 6 MIGs on my ass"
I shot my traffic pattern, & to me it looked alright the air speed read 130, I really racked it tight then the airframe gave a shutter, the engine gave a wheeze "mayday mayday mayday, spin instructions please"
It was Split-S on my bomb run, & I got too Goddamned low but I pressed that bloody button, & I let those babies go sucked the stick back fast as blazes when I hit a high speed stall now I won't see my mother, when the works all done next fall
then they sent me down to PyongYang, the brief said "no ack ack" by the time that I arrived there, my wings was mostly flak then my engine coughed & sputtered, it was too cut up to fly "mayday mayday mayday, I'm too young to die"
I bailed out from the Saber, & the landing came out fine with my E & E equipment, I made for our front line then I opened up my ration, to see what was in it the Goddamned Quartermaster, why he filled the tin with grit