(rns IS THS OFFICIAL SONGBOOK OF THE 1b3rd TACTICAL FIGHTER SQUADRON * OF TEE INDIANA AIR NATIONAL GUARD, AS ARRANGED AND ZDITED DURING THF .ZR CAMP MANEUVERS AT ALPENA AIR NATIONAL GUARD BASE IN AUGUST 0: 1970. OTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN THAT THE SONGS WITHIN THIS BOOKLET ARE FILLED ITH PROPANITIES, CURSE WORDS, AND PERVERSITIES OF THE MOST BASE AND VILE SORT, AND THE WARNING NATURALLY FOLLOWS THAT THE USE OR DISPLAY OF THIS SONGBOOK SHOULD BE RESTRICTED TO TIMES AND PLACES OF PROPER OCCASION, THE SONGBOOK SHOULD NOT BE Li¥T IN PLACES WHICH WOULD MAKE‘ THE CONTENTS AVAILABLE TO PERUSAL BY MINORS, OR OTHER INDIVIDUALS WHO LICHT PIND THE STRANGE HUMOR PERSONALLY’ OFFENSIVE. . HERE IS THE NUMBER ONE SONG IN OUR INVENTORY, AND THE ONLY ONE THAT IS SERIOUS, WITHOUT SPOOF, AND REQUIRED MEMORIZING BY ALL ‘SQUADRON MEMBERS , BACK HOME AGAIN IN INDIANA Back home again in .ndiana and it seems that I can see rr gleaming candlelight Still shining bright Thru the sycamores for me. The new-mown hay sends all ite fragrance ~ From the fields I used to roam, | When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash | Then I long for my Indiana home. from this point on, let the weak of heart and prude by reason of sobriety refrain. Warning has been given to proceed no further. For the tigers and their comrades who feel the desire to indulge in bawdy and obscene harmonizing, we say welcome to the clubs Charge on in, and sing out loud and clear,DVB E EHH OO OIIT SCONES WLU TITLE The Thirsty lojra Balls Piss on the th No Fighter Pilots Down In Hell ingtime in Alpena ise. Bye Bye Cherry Wigh Ho Kathuselem Korea and Antung Mother O'Reilly A Greeting Drink, Drink, Drink Sweet Antoinette Scotch Wedding Whiffenpoof Song Early Abort Pull My Pud Beside a Korean Waterfall ury Ann Burns Old Grey Bonnet One Ball Reilly Nellie Darling Sammy Small fae Jolly Friar Dirty Nell, A Toast The Girls From Canada Old Sal British Navy John P. McGinnis Dago From Itallee ‘A Bloody Great Wheel Gola Gome On And Join The Air Force Just Make Me Operations alls (again) oodpecker Hole No Balls at All Sally in the Alley Air Corps Lament Save A Fighter Pilot's Ase Cold Winter's Evening Roll Your Leg Over Wie Will Abort Again Cats On A Rooftop SAC Song End of The Month overshoot My Old Flame Grandfather's Cock That Rooster Springtime in the Rockies Bye Bye Bleckbird Cigarettes, Whiskey, and wild, Wild’ women : Sweet Adeline McNamara's Band Finiculee, Finiculaa Bless tem All Wo tune Erie Canal, Sixteen Years Battle Hymn of the Republic Battle Hymn of the Republic Pepsi Cola Hits The Spot Caissons Song I'm Looking Over A 4-leaf Glover My’ Old Flame Grandfather's Clocke@: THIRSTY lo3rd Ch, we're the thirsty 163rd You've heard so much spout; The daughters lock their mothers up winenever we're in town, We're always full of whiskey sne we're. always full of booze; tre the thirsty 163rd, o the nell are you? , picnies, and parties, és, parties, and balls, Farties and picnics, Picnics and parties, and , BALLS, BALLS! 's ell go down and piss on the 113th, son the 113th, piss on the 113th, ‘s ell go down and piss on the 113th, They can't fly for shit! érink screw etc. NO FIGHTER PILOTS DOWN IN HELL Oh there are no fignter pilots down in hell. There are no fighter pilots down in hell. The place is full of queers, navisetors, bombardiers, But vaére ere no fighter pilots dow in hell, SPRINGTIME IN ALPENA Wnen it's springtime in Alpena 4nd the snow is asshole deep, We'll assemble all squadron pilots And we'll have a gun-ry meet. Bring red drawers, snow shoes, and hip boots, 4nd bring lote of suntans too,: ‘Cause it's bound to be next summer ‘Fore you see the sky turn blue. We will snatch those darts 'till sundown, watch the bastards break again. We'll be home .in late October; Keep per diem rolling in. wIsc. The sergeant: rides ine motorboat, The captain rides in @ cigs It don't go a demed faster, But it mikes the old bastard feel big. BYE BYE CHERRY Back your ass against the wa Here I come, balis and ali, Bye bye cherry. I don't have 2 helluva’ lot, But what I got will fill your twat, Bye bye cherry. Wrap your legs around e little tignter. Make my load come out a li e ignter. Shake your acs end wiggle your tits Til. my big John Henry spits, Cnerry, Bye Bye!HIGH HO KATHUSALEM e.. ancient days there lived e maid Wno used to ply a worthy trede, For she was always being laid By tae public of Jerusalen. OHOXUS High no Katnusaiem, : ne ugnter of Jerusalem, ign ho Katausalen ne Geughter oF rabbi, Next door taere lived a fucking fool th his tool could lift a mle, He wore no pants to keep it cool, The bestard from Jerusalem, High ho ---- nen he was just a little shit used to bite his mother's tit, masturbate a little bit, Tais bastard from Jerusalem. High ho -. One dey he had her on the run &: shootin' like a gatling gun, leyed the seed, the son-of-a-gun, nis bastard from Jerusalem, ga ho =--= KOREA AND ANTUNG Once I was nappy and had a good deal, I flew’ ‘84s in old Victorville, They asked for volunteers And said, "Son, you will do." The next thing I knew Iwas in old Ta3au. CHORUS Korea, and Antung, and wild, wild Pengang They'll drive you apeshit, they'll drive you insane. Korea, and Antung, and wild, ld Pengang They'll drive you epeshit, they'll drive you insane. ‘The Chosen was frozen and covered with ice, From 35,000 it looked mighty nice, But_ask any foot soldier He'll set you streignt. It's covered with Red's blood And it's bedded with hate. The IG is a blot on the whole human race, Aman is a monkey to give one a chase. e cunt and split the stump Here's my advice from Jerusalem. ancient maid now knew her part ft her lez and let a fart, imd blew him like e bloody dart, the walls of old Jerusalem. gh ho fake warning, deer brother. There's fire on one end, 4nd cannon on t'other, You pull up being him and lock on your signt, You cob on the throttle end pull it in tignt. You give it your best make @ good pass. ‘Cause you'd better nail Or he'll have your ass.@: R O'REILLY Mother O'Reilly awoke with a fright She seid, "Faith and begorra, T must take @ shit; Hough of this ferting, It sust come to pass. So she opens the window md oute with her ass. cHORUS It wes brown, brown, dirty old brown, Brown, brown, suit all around. Brown, brown, dirty old brown, Dirty old snit falling down, Kow a dapper young copper was walking his beat. You could tell he was flat foot By the sound of his feet. when faith and perchance He looked up in the sky, @ the dirty old turd @ him right in the eye. Ww this dapper young copper He cursed and he swore, Ang he called ‘other Reilly dirty old whore. znd round London Bridges This copper now sits with e sign 'round his neck, "I was blinded by shit." 4 GREETING How's your mother? How's your prother? How's your sister Sue? w''s your granny? s your fenny? How's your old WAZZ00?7! DRINK, DRINK, DRINK Drink, drink, drink, drink, Drank, drank, drank, drank, Drunk last nicht. Drunk the night before, ana I'm gonna get drunk tonite like I never got drunk before, For when I'm drunk I'm happy as can bey For I ama member of the Souse family. Now the Souse family Is the vest femily That ever came over from old Germeny. There's the dighlend Dutch And the Lowland Daten, The Rotterdam Dutch ” And the Irish. Sing Glorious! Glorious! One keg of beer for the four of us. Glory be above that taere are no more of us, For one of us-could drink it all alone, Damn near! Sweet Antoinette, your pants are wet. You say it's sweat; it's piss, I'll pet. In ell my dreams, your are aes gleams. You're the wrecker of my pecker, Sweet Antoinette.COTCH WEDDING the gathering of the clan, And all the lads were there, Atgrabbin' all the lassies 4nd frigging without care, CHORUS Singing Who hae ye last nite, Who hae ye noo? The man that hae ye last nite Cannot hae ye noo. Oh the Queen of ingland She was there, A'sitting down in front, 4 shawl around her shoulders dnd a bottle up her cunt. Oh the village idiot He was there, A'making like a fool, Pulling his foreskin over his head 4nd whistling thru his tool. e was friggin in the barley, e was friggin in the oats. were friggin sheep ‘And some were friggin goats. Old McCarthy he was there, He wasn't doing much, Just sitting on the couch And goosing them with his crutch. There was friggin in the outhouse, Friggin in the ricks, You couldna’ hear the music For the swisling of the pricks. Oh the village smithy he was there, His hammer and his awls, Altelking to his ledy friends ‘4nd showing off his balls. ‘The person's wife, oh she was there, She had them all in fits, A‘ieaping off the mantlepiece And lending on her tits. SCOTCH WEDDING (cont.) There was friggin in the hallway At'friggin on the stairs, You couldn't gee the carpet For all the pubic hairs. Oh the bride was in the parlor Explaining to the groom, ‘The vagina, not the rectum, | Is the entrance to the wom. The village magician he was there A'sittin on the grass, Tucking his head beneath his balls And vanishing up his ass. WHIFFENPOOF SONG 70 the tables down at Kory" To the place where Louie & To the dear old Temple bar We love so well. Sing the Whif?enpoofs assembled With their glasses raised on high, And the magic of their singing casts its spell. Yes, the magic of their singing of tne songs we loved so well, "Shall I Wasting, Mavoureen" And all the rest. We shall serenade our Louie While life and voice shall last, Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest. we're poor little lambs Who have lost our way, Baa, Baa, Baa. We're little black sheep ho have gone astray, jaa, baa, baa. Gentlemen, songsters, off on a spree, Doomed from here to eternizy. Lord, have mercy on such as we. Baa, baa, baa.