Oh there are no fighter pilots down in Hell
Oh there are no fighter pilots down in Hell
The place is full of queers
Navigators, Bombardiers
But there are no fighter pilots down in Hell!

Oh there are no fighter pilots in the States
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the States
They are off to foreign shores
Making mothers out of whores
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the States!

Oh the bomber pilot's life is just a farce
Oh the bomber pilot's life is just a farce
The automatic pilot's on
He's reading novels in the john
Oh the bomber pilot's life is just a farce!
Oh there are no fighter pilots up in Fifth,
Oh there are no fighter pilots up in Fifth
The place is full of brass
Sitting 'round on their fat ass
Oh there are no fighter pilots up in Fifth!

Oh it's naughty, naughty, naughty but it's nice
If you ever do it once you'll do it twice
It'll wreck your reputation
But increase the population
Oh it's naughty, naughty, naughty but it's nice!

(Or, in Ivy League colleges during the same era)

Oh the boys up at Yale get no tail,
Oh the boys up at Yale get no tail,
For lack of recreation
They resort to masturbation
It's a hell of a situation up at Yale
Tune: Drink 'Em Down (Also verse of Johnny with the Bandy Legs)
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