'Black Bottomed Lancs'
Sung to the tune of 'Fat Bottomed Girls'
Why can't we fly again at night?
Over city incendiary light
Though night fighters might fly about
Black Bottomed Lancs
It's just not fair with day around
Hey
I was just a bomber lad
Sitting on the rearm pad
When a thought suddenly came back to me
The sky was bright and sunny
Listen blokes, this isn't funny
I'm painted up to make night bomb runs, can't you see?
Hey hey!
I've been bombing for my squad
But day bombing's kinda odd
My black bottomed buff in the light of day
It has beauty, it has style
It can drop a right large pile
But escortless you take a chaplain on to pray
Why can't we fly again at night?
Over city incendiary light
Though night fighters might fly about
Black Bottomed Lancs
It's just not fair with day around
Hey listen here
Now I got hundred pounder bombs
I bomb daddies, I bomb moms
I can navigate by vector and degree
But I would rather measure
By 'light of night' cause there's less pressure
Heap big Lanc, you gonna fly while it's sunny
Why can't we fly again at night?
Over city incendiary light
Though night fighters might fly about
Black Bottomed Lancs
It's just not fair with day around