Ode To The P-38
Oh, Hedy Lamarr is a beautiful gal, and Madeleine Carroll is too, but you'll find if you query, a different theory amongst any bomber crew.
For the loveliest thing of which one could sing this side of the pearly gates.
Is no blonde or brunette of the Holloywood set. But an escort of P-38's.
Yes, in the days that have passed, when the tables were massed with glasses of scotch and champagne.
It's quite true that the sight was a thing of delight to us, intent on feeling no pain.
But no longer the same, nowadays is this game
When we head north for Messina Straits
Take the sparkling wine-everytime,
just make mine an escort of P-38s.
Byron, Shelly and Keats ran a dozen dead heats describing the views from the hills,
of valleys in May when the winds gently sway
In the air it's a different story;
We sweat out our track through the fighters and flak
We're willing to split up the glory
Well, they wouldn't reject us, so heaven protect us and, until all this shooting abates,
Give us courage to fight'em - one other small item - an escort of P-38s.
"OTR! btw anyone have a match?"
BigJoe
[This message has been edited by BigJoe (edited 10-06-2000).]
