Fighter Pilot University - Songs

Hells Bells

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 06:20:00-0500

There songs that bring back memories. When I was surfing for some AC/DC stuff for the blog, I stumbled upon this Hells Bells video from AC/DC. It's some great flying combined with awesome Rock and Roll. For me, this song reminds me of standing on the quadrangle at The Citadels about 33 years ago. The upperclassman used this song playing over the loud speakers as the fourth class system was put in effect. Hell night for us started in silence on the quadrangle as echo taps was being played from the parade ground, the iron sally port gates being closed, and some clown playing home sweet home on a hirmonica. Then shit really hit the fan when Hells Bells was blasted over the loud spreakers. I know, all you zoomies are asking the question--"And you paid for that Jolly?" Well yes I did, and it was worth every penny!

Mud Hen Envy

Mon, 02 Aug 2010 05:35:00-0500

A Little Stike Eagle Love!

The Pounders Song

Fri, 30 Jul 2010 05:02:00-0500

Here's another classic from Bellmouth and the Intakes. Rocky brought this song to Taegu from his days with the Juvat Boys Choir (Back when the Wolf Pack flew F-4D's). This song was black balled by the shoe clerks at Kunsan and the Juvats were not allowed to sing it. We just never had that problem at The Gu. So here's to the shoe clerks for showing us all that love....

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POUNDERS SONG

By Bellmouth and the Intakes

Walked into Finance, wanna get paid.

Gotta come back another day.

Paragraph "D" has to be signed,

That's Extension 4519.

But Don't get us wrong, they're not all bad.

By the government system, you're bound to be had.

Fill out the papers two or three times,

The energy we waste is a Goddamn crime!

Chorus

That's the way when you're on the ground,

You work half a day, and then you f--k around.

Those damn shoe clerks, take a look around,

That's the way that the grounders pounds.

Walked into CBPO the other day,

F--ked up my orders, it's the standard way.

They just won't listen to what I say,

The Sergeant was on the rag that day.

Boss please help, we need your aid,

We know you work harder than you're paid.

But some of these clerks haven't a clue,

And we talk until our balls turn blue.

Chorus

That's the way when you're on the ground,

You work half a day, and then you f--k around.

Those damn shoe clerks, take a look around,

That's the way that the grounders pounds.

Walked in supply the other day
Needed a parker in the very worst way
Take a number, stand in line
Just pissin away our governments time

Finally my turn, gave em my papers
said we're all out maybe later
Put it on order to get it on time
Probably in June of 89

"Life's tough,
it's tougher if you're stupid"

The Duke

The Wingman

Fri, 23 Jul 2010 05:57:00-0500

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The Wingman
By Dos Gringos

Oh we're the wingman, and it's nice to meet you too
We're just gonna stand here til you tell us what to do
We're the wingman, and we ain't got much to say
And if we did, you know that we would f--k it up anyway
Oh we're the wingman, and we have not got a clue
So if you're not a wingman, then to hell with you

KNOCK KNOCK
"Who's there"
"Two Wide"
"Two Wide who"
"2, why'd you let us fly into Saudi today!"

Cause we're the wingman, and we bear all the shame
When flight lead screws the pooch, you can guess who takes the blame
We're the wingman, and we're tired of keeping sight
We'd could do just fine, without that asshole on the right
We're the wingman, and we think we have a clue
So if you're not a wingman, then to hell with you

KNOCK KNOCK
"Who's there"
"Two Huge"
"Two Huge who"
"2, You just got the lead on the right!"

Oh we're the Tac Lead---and we don't----
"Ah F--k it, FOX 3"
Oh we're the wingman, and you know we never miss
We just shot our flight down, and now he's f--king pissed
We're the wingman, and we hate to be alone
Without someone to follow, we would never make it home
We're the wingman, and we haven't got a clue
So if you're not a wingman, then to hell with you

KNOCK KNOCK
"Who's there"
"Stu"
"Stu Who"
"Stupid American, Tell us everything you know"

"Everything?"---"Yes Everything"
All Right:

Oh we're the wingman, and we don't know a thing
If we were to think, they'd have our asses in sling
We're the wingman, there's no better life than this
Because knowledge is the power, but ignorance is bliss
We're the wingman, and we haven't got a clue
So if you're not a wingman, then to hell with you!

Eagle Radar Love

Mon, 12 Jul 2010 05:54:00-0500

Classic music for Eagle kills on some classic jets, even a little BFM thrown in for free. Nothing quite like some APG-63 love!

Give me Operations

Wed, 16 Jun 2010 05:43:00-0500

Give me Operations
By Oscar Brand

I'm a Pilot

Fri, 11 Jun 2010 06:35:00-0500

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(Explicit language present)

I'm a Pilot
By Dos Gringos

Save a Fighter Pilots Ass

Fri, 04 Jun 2010 05:48:00-0500

Save a Fighter Pilot's Ass
By Oscar Brand

Remember Our Fallen

Mon, 31 May 2010 08:59:00-0500

Final Roll Call

Memorial Day Tribute

Fri, 28 May 2010 06:28:00-0500

Blue Four

By Dick Jonas

Burn the Shit House Down

Fri, 26 Mar 2010 03:34:00-0500

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PLEASE DON'T BURN THE SHIT HOUSE DOWN
By 509 TFS

Please don't burn the shit house down
Mother's willing to pay
My Father's drunk, and in the jail
Sister's in a motherly way
Brother dear is mighty queer
Times are f--king hard
So please don't burn the shit house down
We'll all have to shit in the yard
Shit-in-the-yard......

The Hound War Song

Wed, 17 Mar 2010 06:00:00-0500

Another fine song by Dos Gringos.

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(Explicit language present)

My mother was a hooker
My father was a pimp
He always told his girls to do it faster
Now it would be my luck
That the two of them would fuck
Now I'm a fighter pilot and a bastard

Singing aye, aye, aye
We'll fight until we die
And the enemy is gone forever more
Raining fire from above
For the freedom that we love
We are the Hounds of Heaven
The bloody dogs of war

I took my sister Sally
To the O Club bar
My mother says she smart
She's a scholar
The bros thought she was hot
I said you'd better not
'Cause every guy has had her for a dollar

Repeat Chorus

The squadron went to Vegas
To do another Flag
I've regretted that whole trip for most my life
It was there I met a stripper
Who lost a satin slipper
And now I call that worthless wench my wife

Repeat Chorus

The most beautiful girl
That I did ever see
I dreamt that one day I would get inside her
I finally got my way
I ride her every day
She's the only one for me and she's a Viper

Repeat Chorus

Going In For Guns

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 06:00:00-0500

Dos Gringos is the greatest band on the face of the earth. Not just because of their musical talents and clever, amusing lyrics. They're great because they're fighter pilots. Just another example for the world that no matter what a fighter pilot sets his mind to, he'll be the best. That's why people love fighter pilots. Because they're the best. At everything.

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(Explicit language present)

I was on my ACT upgrade, standard 4vX
The AWACS guy was out to lunch and I couldn't get no decs
I knew that they were hostile but I couldn't take the chance
So I flipped the switch to outboard and said, "Boys it's time to dance"
And they asked me where you going as I started to diverge
Said, "I've had enough of this shit, man, I'm going to merge"
'Cause BVR is great but now it's time to have some fun
So Darkstar Judy, Judy
I'm going in for guns

I was flying out at Nellis doing dark grey WIC support
I was out there by my lonesome 'cause my buddy was a mort
When I saw that big fat f**ker in a turn off to my right
He was either lost or he was looking for a fight
So I put him in my HUD and I almost flipped the switch
But then I thought, how could I miss? 'Cause that's a huge bitch
And only a big pussy would use his two fox one's
It's time to get medieval
I'm going in for guns

We were back in Iraq for the second set
Killing every fucking thing that they parked in a revet
When I saw me close to 69 trucks parked in a row
I knew I shouldn't do it but I just could not say no
So I called up twenty mike-mike and I rolled in for the pass
Knowing my commander, he was going to chew my ass
But this issue's black and white like a school bus full of nuns
And someone's gotta make the call
I'm going in for guns

I'd just been out for Mexican and my stomach was in knots
From a greasy chimichanga and two tequila shots
I had to step in five for my one DACT
As I yelled over my shoulder, "Don't nobody wait for me"
I was running down the hall like I'd never run before
And I began to wonder if I'd make it to the door
'Cause every second counts when your ass has got the runs
I made the call behind the stall
I'm going in for guns

When it comes to guns,
size matters.
Available in the FU STORE.

I Wish I Had a Gun Just Like the A-10

Fri, 12 Feb 2010 05:25:00-0500

I Wish I had a Gun Just Like the A-10

By Dos Gringos

The War was in Color

Sun, 24 May 2009 07:47:00-0500

I put this song out two years ago. It's a fantastic reminder that our freedom has been paid for with the color RED. Fly the colors this weekend at your home and if you see a veteran tell them thanks for all they've done. It's the land of the free because of the brave.

The War was in Color

By Carbon Leaf

I see you found a box of my things,

Infantry-Tanks-and smoldering airplane wings

These old pictures are cool tell me some stories
Was it like the old War movies

Sit down son, let me fill you in

Where to begin, let’s start with the end,

This black and white photo don’t capture the skin

From the flash of a gun, to a soldier’s who’s done

Trust me grandson, The War was in Color

From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky

From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry

I wore the mask up high on a day light run

That held my face in it’s clammy hands

Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand

Where to begin, let’s start with the end

This black and white photo don’t capture the skin

From the shock of the shell, or the memory of smell

If red is for hell, the war was in color

I held the canvas bag over the railing

The dead released with the ship still sailing

Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea

I felt the cross fire stitching up soldiers

Into a blanket of dead as the night grows colder

In a window back home a blue star is traded for gold

Where to begin, let’s start with the end

This black and white photo don’t capture the skin

When metal is churned and bodies are burned

Victory earned, The War was in color

Now I lay in my Grave, at age 21

Long before you born, before I bore a son

What good did it do, well hopefully for you

A world without War, a life full of color

Where to begin, start with the end

This black and white photo never captured my skin

Once it was torn from an enemy thorn

Straight thru the core, The War was in color

Where to begin, let’s start with the end

This black and white photo never captured my skin

From the flash of a gun, to a soldier who’s done

Trust me Grandson, The War was in Color

Fighter Pilot University - Songs

Hells Bells

Mud Hen Envy

The Pounders Song

F-BOMB ALERT POUNDERS SONG

Chorus

Chorus

The Wingman

Eagle Radar Love

Give me Operations

I'm a Pilot

Save a Fighter Pilots Ass

Remember Our Fallen

Memorial Day Tribute

Burn the Shit House Down

The Hound War Song

Going In For Guns

I Wish I Had a Gun Just Like the A-10

The War was in Color

F-BOMB ALERT

POUNDERS SONG