(verse 1)
Flying through the sky,
In a one propeller plane,
O'er the fields we go,
Shooting all the way.
The we see EA,
And we begin to fight,
Oh What fun it is to fly,
In this AirWar tonight.
(chorus)
Oh! Bullets Fly,
Pilot's die,
His plane just hit the ground.
Did the pilot really die?
Or is he walking around?
My plane just meched,
I need a tech,
I just ripped off my wings,
Im trying just to get back home
Will I make it I dont think.
(verse 2)
Now my plane is fixed,
what a crazy fight,
I just feel so lucky,
That I made it back tonight.
So off I go again,
This time I'll do it right,
Were heading to an enemy base,
The flack guns are in sight!
(chorus)
Oh! Flack Guns Go,
What do you know,
The enemy's not home,
I thought for sure I'd fight again,
but it's an empty Aerodrome.
The bombers bomb,
the buildings gone,
the missions a success,
I just try to dodge those guns,
so they dont hit my Ass!.
(verse 3)
Heading back to base,
it's all quiet right now,,
No enemies to bother us,
as we head back to town.
Then up in the sky,
a little shiny dot,
I thought I was imagining things,
until I heard the shots!
(chorus)
OH CRAP! Bank hard right,
to my surprise,
this guy is freaking good,
I scream as bullets hit my wings,
Now I know I am screwed!
I try to run,
Under his gun,
Been shot in the head,
I close my eyes as I hit the ground...
This sucks! My pilots dead!
Gott bless ye mister Ishmael
You’ve made my life a hell
I fly with my head swiveling,
My flying is pell-mell
I drop my eggs, I shoot my pics
I do my duty well
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
Life is just hell!
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
My plane’s a pile of broken scraps
My orders are confused
My friends took off an hour ago
I’m feeling quite abused
I don’t know where the escorts are,
Damn! now the engine’s fused
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
Life is just hell!
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
I fly along all by myself
I’m quaking with my fear
Now there’s a speck, it’s way up high
I’m glad that it’s not near
Perhaps if I stay slow and low
It won’t know I am here
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
Life is just hell!
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
Oh, crap the speck is coming close
I’m in too far to run
I check my map, I scan for friends
I cock my measly gun
Now that damn speck is far too close,
It’s a squadron not just one!
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
Life is just hell!
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
It’s a flight of Belgian Hanriots
Or Nieuports I can’t tell
They all out-fly my two-seater
I’m doomed it’s just as well
I bob and weave and hit the deck
I’m told prison food is swell!
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
Life is just hell!
O preserve me from Belgian lead and shell
Pelt the field with bombs afalling,
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
Fly too slow and you’ll be stalling,
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
Bomb the buildings, smash the bridges,
Tra la la la, la la la, ack boom boom.
Jeesh! We gave that ’drome a mauling,
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
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Now it’s time to start returning
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
Oh, so pretty tents aburning,
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
Now we fly on toward our homeland
Tra la la la, la la la, ack boom boom.
We’ll have their logistics churning
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
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There’s the mud, we’re almost home friend
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
Scouts are scarce but that’s been the trend
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
Here is archie, there go trenches
Tra la la la, la la la, ack boom boom.
There’s the field we call home friend
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
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Careful landing, don’t blow it now
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
Slow the throttle, line up right pal
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.
Touch the wheels, oh so careful
Tra la la la, la la la, ack boom boom.
Put the skid down just like a plow
Tra la la la la, ack ack, boom boom.