There are many saints in Heaven,
And not a few in Hell,
And on this Earth you'll find some too;
And this their tale I'll tell.
For there's a certain breed 'o woman,
With a certain, sexy flair;
Who's attracted to those 'flyboys',
Whose hearts are in the air.
You've seen her at the O Club,
She's young and blonde and cute;
With a sweaty, stinkin' pilot
Still wearin' his flight suit.
And tho' she cooks his meals, and
Bears his kids, and cleans the house,
She'll always be a 'mistress' to..
This airplane lovin' louse!
For his first love will always be
That cloud -filled azure blue,
And that will ever, always be
His only love that's true.
Aye, laddie, she's a hero,
And when she goes and dies,
She'll be taken right to Heaven,
In those same blue azure skies.
For Lord knows she's suffered long enough,
Her life was one that's tough;
A' married to that fighter jock,
With all his 'rightous stuff '.
And there she will discover
A fact that's loud and clear:
He must have landed somewhere else!
"Ain't no fighter pilots here."
But lonely for Eternity she'll
Not have to endure,
There's a thousand bomber pilots here;
....And they're all in love with her!
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