halleluia halleluia
    throw a nickel on the grass, save a fighter pilot's [bad word] 
    halleluia halleluia
    throw a nickel on the grass & you'll be saved. 

I was [bad word] down the Yalu, doin' 6 & 20 per
when a call came from the Major, "oh won't you save me, sir
got 3 flak holes in my wingtips & my tanks ain't got no gas
mayday mayday mayday, I got 6 MIGs on my [bad word] quot;

I shot my traffic pattern, & to me it looked alright
the air speed read 130, I really racked it tight
then the airframe gave a shutter, the engine gave a wheeze
"mayday mayday mayday, spin [bad word] please"

It was Split-S on my [bad word]  & I got too Goddamned low
but I pressed that bloody button, & I let those babies go
sucked the stick back fast as blazes when I hit a high speed stall
now I won't see my mother, when the works all done next fall

then they sent me down to PyongYang, the brief said "no ack ack"
by the time that I arrived there, my wings was mostly flak
then my engine coughed & sputtered, it was too cut up to fly
"mayday mayday mayday, I'm too young to die"

I bailed out from the Saber, & the landing came out fine
with my & equipment, I made for our front line
then I opened up my ration, to see what was in it
the Goddamned Quartermaster, why he filled the tin with grit