Tweak#1
My squaddie said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin' ...
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lavochin
Well, you've heard the story of the hot rod race,
When the Wulf and the Seven were settin' the pace.
That story's true I'm here to say,
Cause I was a'drivin' that Model L- A.
It's got a Shvetsov motor and it's really souped up;
That small wood body makes it look like a pup.
It's got 14 cylinders and uses them all;
And big ol' WEP that just won't stall.
It's got a 3 big cannons and lotsa rounds,
creakin' wings that make weird sounds
Narrow gear but I'm not scared,
The brakes are good and the tires are fair.
We left A27 late one night;
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright.
We were climbin' up to vulch at will,
Passin' Ponies like they were standin' still.
Then, all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye,
a Rook in a Focke Wulf dove on by.
The remark was made, "That's the kill for me."
But, by then, a dot wuz all you could see.
Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind,
So I started to make that Shvetsov unwind.
Put my hand on the gas and, man alive,
I shoved it on up into Weppin' drive.
Well, I dove her down to 510;
Twisted the speedometer cable right off the end.
Had my throttle glued right to the wall;
I said, "That's all there is - there ain't no more."
Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense;
The treetops looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
The trucks on the road just looked like dots.
Went around a corner and passed a Spit;
I crossed my fingers and said "oh ****" -
The wingtip clippin' the weeds, I'm toast
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.
Smoke was rollin' outta the back
When rounds started hittin' on the pipper track
I knew I could catch him finish his axe
But when I did I'd be outta gas.
There were flames comin' from out of the side;
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Focke Wulf exploded and the wings went bye.
All of a sudden a rod started knockin';
Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the mirror and gun ports were blinkin';
The Rooks was after my Hot Rod Lavochkin.
Well they shot me up and ripped off my tail.
I called my squaddie, he told me to bail.
He said, "Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin',
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lavochkin!"
