Frig the Flying Fortress A navigator sits in front Surrounded by his maps He belches in the intercom And wakes us from our naps. cho: Frig the flying fortress And pray that she'll abort We'd rather be at home than in The friggin' flyin' fort. The captain sits upon the left He flys the fort with ease But he hands it to the co-pilot When we're heading for the trees. The midway gunner has to stand To give his guns a pull But that's alright 'cause in the fight His hands get mighty full. Then pity the poor tail gunner for His space is very sparse And when the landing gear retracts He gets it up the arse. Well, radio operator passed On the news report He says that congress just outlawed The friggin' flying' fort. From There I Was ... Flat on my Back, Stevens RG
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