down Mugia at fifteen hundred feet,
that mighty engine that's holding up my seat,
a big ten-wheeler a-movin down the pass,
in for some fighters to get right on his ass.
Invert! Invert this is Gombey Sixty
gotta get some fighters so please stay on the line,
you cannot hear me, it's the same thing every time,
I'll call up Cricket, they always read me fine.
got a flight of fighters, a flight of mighty "Thuds",
got some Phantoms, loaded down with duds,
hope that you can find me, I'm right behind the Karst,
a Tacan radial, shove it up your arst.
got together, amidst the smoke and haze,
about an hour, but seemed more like two days,
in on my marking pass and fired a "Willy Pete",
that Mother broadside, it was a sterling featl
'bout that target, please hold high and dry,
only meant to mark it, but hit it on the fly,
got another target, it's further down the road,
by quad-fifties, better salvo all your load.
rolled on the target, there were tracers all aglow,
'bout your BOA, I think I'd better go,
it's like the last time, you missed it by a mile,
hit a truck park, now grin a shitty smile.
listen to the rumble, the rattle and the roar ,
dropped those 750's, right on that dirty whore,
those secondaries a risen' in the sky,
is callin' "Bingo" but four knows its a lie.
head for homeplate, the weather's getting bad,
strong and gusty crosswind and man my Spad's been had,
tanks were reading empty, the fence was not in sight,
wingman called for Jolly Green, much to my delight.
I was comin' cross the fence, found Sandy on my wing,
made me feel so God Damn good, I felt I had to sing,
Fanny Tower, this is Gombey Sixty Nine,
on the downwind, but things don't look too fine.
that God Damn PSP, my engine just has quit,
I don't get it on the ground, I think that I will shit!
out on the final, pulled the stick clear aft,
it in from fifteen feet and damn near broke my shaft.
to rest out in the sod, the ground loop did its stuff ,
stepped out very smartly and fell right on my duff ,
this ends my story, you've heard my tale of woe,
I guess that it was worth it, old Ho just went figmo.
by Cricket Pilots in Naked Fanny Bar, Thailand the night of 18 April 1966