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.