To the tune of Folsom Prison Blues:
I see strat porkage comin'
It's comin' around the bend
And I ain't felt this scared since
I don't know when
I hear that whisle blowin'
As the hoard draws near
and base under attack
is screaming in my ear
I see the bombs a fallin'
They're hitting all around
There's nothing that I can do
To save this town
I scramble for a fighter
To try to make them pay
I get pilot wounded
I guess it ain't my day
