RAF songs

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RAF songs

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On Blackpool and District Branch of Aircrew Association paper. A few RAF songs remembered (& modified!) by Peter Perry.
The flying Fortress, the navigators lament, the bomb-aimers ballad. Shaibah blues, No flak at all, the airman lament, the winco's OBE.

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[ACA crest] THEAIRCREW ASSOCIATION [crest]
Blackpool and District Branch

A few RAF songs remembered (& modified!) by Pete Perry.

[underlined] Flying Flying Fortress’s. [/underlined] (Tune – John Browns’ Body.)

We were flying Flying Fortress’s at forty thousand feet,
Flying Flying Frotress’s at forty thousand feet,
Flying Flying Fortress’s at forty thousand feet
but we’ve only got a teeny weeny bomb!

Chorus:- Glory glory shall we drop it,
Glory glory shall we drop it,
Glory glory shall we drop it
Shall we drop our teeny weeny bomb?

We don’t do navigation we just follow the guy in front,
We don’t do navigation we just follow the guy in front,
We don’t do navigation we just follow the guy in front
And drop our teeny weeny bomb!

Chorus:- Glory glory - - - -

We’ve tons of ammunition we’ve got lots of big point fives,
We’ve tons of ammunition we’ve got lots of big point fives,
We’ve tons of ammunition we’ve got lots of big point fives
But we’ve only got a teeny weeny bomb!

Chorus:- Glory glory - - - -

We’ve bags of armour plating we’ve got flaksuits by the score,
We’ve bags of armour plating we’ve got flaksuits by the score,
We’ve bags of armour plating we’ve got flaksuits by the score
But we’ve only got a teeny weeny bomb!

Chorus:- Glory glory - - - -

We’ve lots of fighter escort we’ve got Spits and Mustangs too,
We’ve lots of fighter escort we’ve got Spits and Mustangs too,
We’ve lots of fighter escort we’ve got Spits and Mustangs too
But we’ve only got a teeny weeny bomb!

Chorus:- Glory glory - - - -

We were flying Flying Fortress’s at forty thousand feet,
Flying Flying Fortress’s at forty thousand feet,
We’ve loads of ammunition and a teeny weeny bomb
And we’ve dropped the thing so flaming high we don’t know where it’s gone!

Chorus:- Let’s all join the Army Air Corps,
Let’s all join the Army Air Corps,
Let’s all join the Army Air Corps
And drop our teeny weeny bomb!

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[page break]

[underlined] The Navigators’ Lament. [/underlined] (Tune:- John Browns’ Body.)

We were flying flaming Wimpys’ at five hundred flaming feet,
Through the flaming hail, flaming snow and flaming sleet.
The compass needle swung right round from South to flaming North,
And we made our flaming landfall in the Firth of flaming Forth!
Oh! To be a navigator,
Oh! To be a navigator,
Oh! To be a navigator
And make your flaming landfall in the Firth of flaming Forth!

[underlined] The Bomb-aimers Ballad. [/underlined] (Tune:- From Greenlands icy mountains.)

We are the Royal Air Force, no blinking good are we,
We’d rather Booze in Nottingham than fight for liberty,
And every second Friday when for our pay we fight –
‘Per Ardua Ad Astra’ – bless you Jack I’m alright!

We’ve devastated Hamburg, we’ve blasted down the Rhur. [sic]
We’ve dropped our bombs on Berlin but Adolph wasn’t there-
And if we’re not unlucky we’ll give the blighters worse-
But if we catch a packet we’ll get a blooming great hearse!

Then in that heavenly op’s room St Peter will inquire
“Did you cause an explosion or start a blooming great fire?”
And then we’ll dream of booze-ups and days of long gone by
And curse those stupid blighters who taught us how to fly!

[underlined] Shaibah Blues. [/underlined]

Sure a little bit of mutti fell from out the sky one day,
And it landed in the ocean oh so very far away.
And when the Air Force saw it sure it looked so bleak and bare,
They said “That’s what we’re looking for – we’ll build an airfield there”.
So they sent out river gun-boats, armoured cars and SHQ,
And then their finest squadrons into that maksheen blue.
So peechi I’ll be going to a land that’s far remote
Until that day you’ll hear me say
“Roll on that maksheen boat”
I’ve got those Shaibah Blues, Shaibah Blues.
I’m fed up and I’m mucked up and I’m blue.

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[page break]

[underlined] No ‘flak’ at all. [/underlined]

In the year Anno Domini one nine four one
Operations decided there’s a job to be done.
It might have been Dusseldorf, Bremen or Hamm,
The laddies of 5 Group did not give a damn.

[underlined] Chorus:- [/underlined] There was no ‘flak’ at all,
No ‘flak’ at all.
Hundreds of searchlights
But no ‘flak’ at all.

There once was a pilot set out to bomb Kiel,
The aircrew as usual had not had a meal.
From the back of the aircraft there came a loud cry
“There’s a blooming great searchlight that’s right in my eye!

[underlined] Chorus: [/underlined]-

From out of the darkness some tracer did shoot
The rear gunner shouted “I’m hit in the boot”.
He blazed off his guns and called Jerry rude names
And we all saw the M.E. go down in bright flames.

[underlined] Chorus: [/underlined]-

They flew o’er the target and there down below
The town was lit up by a dull reddish glow.
The bombaimer then to the pilot did shout
“The bomb doors are open, they’d better look out!”

[underlined] Chorus: [/underlined]-

They glided right in at the dead of the night,
The target appeared in the graticule sight.
The bombs were released and went whistling down
The gunners reported they’d burst in the town.

[underlined] Chorus: [/underlined]-

Now the natives of Kiel they took quite a poor view
And showed that their ‘flak’ guns were more than a few.
They fired off their armament, heavy and light,
‘till the heavens resembled ‘Brock’s benefit night’!

[underlined] Chorus; [/underlined]-

At last they - -

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[page break]

At last they were out in the moonlight once more,
The course for old Lincoln was 274.
At ten thousand feet over Heligoland
They were shot up to hell and yet thought life was grand.

[underlined] Chorus: [/underlined]-

Now the moral of this is, don’t you go on ops.
It’s a dead loss to pilots, F/E’s, navs and wops.
And if in this war you’ve decided to fight
Keep your feet on the deck and sleep tight every night!

Chorus:-

[underlined] The Airmans’ Lament. [/underlined]

There’s a home for batchy airmen
Way out in the sunny Sudan.
Where everyone is barmy
Including the blooming ‘old man’.
There’s bags and bags of bullshine
Saluting on the square
And when we’re not saluting
We’re up in the blooming air.
Oh we’re leaving Khartoum by the light of the moon,
We’re flying by night and by day.
We’ve just passed Khasfreet and we’ve nothing to eat
For we’ve thrown all our rations away.
So shine, shine Somersetshire, the Skipper looks on her with pride.
He’d have a blue fit if he saw any spit on the side of the Somersetshire.
This is my story, this is my song.
I’ve been in this Air Force too blooming long.
So rollout the Nelson, the Rodney, Renown.
You can’t sink the Hood ‘cause the blighters gone down!
Hold your noise, hear them say
We’ll do all the SPs who come down our way.

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[page break]

[underlined] The Wingco’s OBE. [/underlined] (Tune:- Lili Marlene.)

Belting down the runway throttles open wide,
‘Second Dickie’s’ fast asleep – he’s just come for the ride.
We soon leave the flarepath far behind,
It’s dark up here but we don’t mind,
We’re pressing on regardless for the Wingco’s OBE.

Flying on a course that takes us out to sea,
Gunners do their checks just to see they’re firing free.
The navigator takes a fix,
The wireless op records his ‘dits’.
We’re pressing on regardless for the Wingco’s OBE.

Now we’re on the target, got it in the ‘sight’ –
A little to the left – a little to the right.
The searchlights they come mighty near,
It’s hot up here but we don’t care,
We’re pressing on regardless for the Wingco’s OBE.

Back in to de-briefing, what a blooming night –
“Did you find the target – get it in the sight?”.
The chairborn brigade begin to bind,
It’s damned unfair but we don’t mind.
We’re pressing on regardless for the Wingco’s OBE.

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WRP Perry, “RAF songs,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed August 15, 2022, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/36245.

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