The Firth of Flaming Forth

We had been flying all day long
At a hundred flaming feet,
The weather flaming awful,
Flaming rain and flaming sleet,
The compass it was swinging
Flaming North and flaming South,
But we made a flaming landfall
In the Firth of Flaming Forth.

   Ain't the Air Force flaming awful,
   Ain't the Air Force flaming awful,
   Ain't the Air Force flaming awful,
   We made a flaming landfall
   In the Firth of Flaming Forth.

We flew the North Atlantic
Till it made us flaming weep,
The sea was flaming wet
And flaming cold and flaming deep,
Operations Room at Thirty Wing
Is simply flaming rotten
And Two-Six-Nine will still be there
Till they're flaming well forgotten.

   Ain't the Air Force flaming awful,
   Ain't the Air Force flaming awful,
   Ain't the Air Force flaming awful,
   We made a flaming landfall
   In the Firth of Flaming Forth.

We joined the flaming Air Force
'Cos we thought it flaming right,
But we do not care if we fly
Or if we flaming fight.
But what we do object to
Are those flaming Ops Room twots
Who sit there sewing stripes on
At the rate of flaming knots.

   Ain't the Air Force flaming awful,
   Ain't the Air Force flaming awful,
   Ain't the Air Force flaming awful,
   They sit there sewing stripes on
   At the rate of flaming knots.

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