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Lyrics:
Said the Bombardier to the Pilot, “Give us a little
ride,”
The Pilot said to the Navigator, “Won’t you step inside?”
The Navigator he looked around and said to the Engineer,
“Your hands are dirty, Your pants are dirty, You’re dirty behind the
ear,”
Said the Bombardier to the Gunner, “How are we fixed for lead?”
The Pilot said to the Radioman, “How’s the weather ahead?”
Said the Bombardier to the Pilot, “Give us the
pretty crate,”
And five degrees to the right will make it, just as sure as fate.”
the ship belonged to the Bombardier who opened his little bay
He saw the target, the lovely target, and suddenly “Bombs a-way,
Said the Bombardier to the Pilot, “Call it a day” and then,
The Pilot said to the Radioman, “Say we’ve done it again.”
Refrain:
The weather’s fine for flying,
the fog has gone to bed.
There’s such good vis-i-bil-i-ty, you can see vic-tory a-head.
Let’s fill the air with bombers,
Let’s fill the clouds with men,
And we will see a world that’s free
When we fly home again.
Repeat refrain. Back
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