~I wanted wings till I got the G.D. Things

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		I Wanted Wings
		Author unknown, Air Force traditional

		I wanted wings 'til I got the goddam things
		Now I don't want them anymore
		They taught me how to fly, then they sent me off to die
		I've had a belly full of war
		   You can save those goddam Zeros
		   For those other goddam heroes
		   Distinguished Flying Crosses
		   Do not compensate for losses, Buster
		I wanted wings 'til I got the goddam things
		Now I don't want them anymore

		I'll take the dames while the rest go down in flames
		I got no desire to be burned
		Air combat spells romance but it makes me wet my pants
		I'm not a fighter I have learned
		   You can save those Mitsubishis
		   For those other sons-of-bitches
		   'Cause I'd rather lay a woman
		   Than be shot down in a Grumman, Buster
		I wanted wings 'til I got the goddam things
		Now I don't want them anymore

		I don't care to tour over Berlin or the Ruhr
		Flak always makes me lose my lunch
		I get the urge to pray when they holler, "Bombs away!"
		I'd rather be home with the bunch
		   For there's one thing you can't laugh off
		   And that's when they shoot your ass off
		   I'd rather be home, Buster
		   With my ass than with a cluster, Buster
		I wanted wings 'til I got the goddam things
		Now I don't want them anymore

		Now, I'm too young to die in a damned old PBY
		That's for the eager, not for me
		I don't trust my luck to be picked up by a duck
		After I've crashed into the sea
		   For I'd rather be a bellhop
		   Than a flyer on a flattop
		   With my hands around a bottle
		   Not a goddamned throttle, Buster
		I wanted wings 'til I got the goddam things
		Now I don't want them anymore
		
		They feed us lousy chow, but we stay alive somehow
		On dehydrated eggs and milk and stew
		The rumor has it next they'll be dehydrating sex
		That's the day I tell the coach I'm through
		   I've managed all the dangers
		   The shooting back at strangers
		   But when I get home late
		   I want my woman straight, Buster
		I wanted wings 'til I got the goddam things
		Now I don't want them anymore

		The day that we bombed Metz I ran out of cigarettes
		I always smoke one just for luck
		They make them by the ton, but I haven't got a one
		Oh, what I'd give to have a butt
		   The home front may be pitching
		   But I'll still do my bitching
		   'Til I find a real sharp cookie
		   Who can mass produce some nookie, Buster
		I wanted wings 'til I got the goddam things
		Now I don't want them anymore

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