FIGHTER PILOT
My mum once told me that my dad was a fighter pilot
Flying over Vietnam and Laos
Dropping bombs and killing.
He got five Migs
Before the missiles got him.
Yeah, my dad flew a Thunderchief.
He flew two hundred missions
Over that hell of a country
Until the missiles blew him away.
I never saw my dad
But he died a hero for Uncle Sam and his cronies.
That was long ago
In the summer of ’68
Over a foreign land faraway.
So I tell people my dad died a hero
Over that stinking hell of Vietnam.
Yeah, my dad flew a Thunderchief.
He flew two hundred missions
Over that hell of a country
Until the missiles blew him away.
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