8th of November
This Song goes out to our hero's on the ground that we proudly support and provide a blanket of protection for from the air.Read More >
Warrior Song
Gabby sent me The Warrior Song. The lyrics are awesome. Enjoy Friday in the Fast Jet Business. Also Budman forwarded some great words.Read More >
Back in the LPA
BACK IN THE LPABy Dos Gringos I'm just an old married Captain Who's wings they now have a star That say I would get into trouble For a drink and a song at the bar For the wife she will be a calling And there is no chance I can stay So I'll bid you adieu And wish I was you Back in the LPA (Chorus) Singing Aye Aye Aye The good times had I Back in the LPA I'm just an old worn out Major I can't count all the places I've been But I can still tell a good story But the truth is somehow wearing thin Now this drink in my hand it is fading And there is no chance I can stay So I'll bid you adieu And wish I was you Back in the LPA Repeat Chorus I'm just an old crusty Colonel Who's stories are too old to share Most of them I have forgotten From the three years in a Pentagon chair Now the General he will be a calling And there is no chance I can stay So I'll bid you adieu And wish I was you Back in the LPA Singing Aye Aye Aye The good times had I Back in the LPA Singing Aye Aye Aye I wish that I Was back in the LPARead More >
Money Rolls In
How the money rolls in By the 509th TFS My father makes rum in the bathtub My mother make two kinds of Gin My sister makes love for a living My God how the money rolls in Rolls in, Rolls in My God how the money rolls in—rolls in Rolls in, Rolls in My God how the money rolls in My brother’s a poor missionary He saves little girlys from sin He’ll save you a blond for five dollar My God how the money rolls in Rolls in, Rolls in My God how the money rolls in—rolls in Rolls in, Rolls in My God how the money rolls in My uncle makes real Frenchy post cards My auntie she poses for him Her costumes cost nearly a penny My God how the money rolls in Rolls in, Rolls in My God how the money rolls in—rolls in Rolls in, Rolls in My God how the money rolls in I’ve tried making all kinds of whiskey I’ve tried making all kinds of Gin I’ve tried making love for living My God the condition I’m in Sin—Sin, Sin—Sin, My God the Condition I’m in—I’m in Sin—Sin, Sin—Sin My God how the money rolls in My father he died in the bathtub My mother she died in the Gin My sister she married my brother My God what a mess I am in Read More >