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LIGHTNING'S IN THE SKY
Stars & Stripes 1944
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Oh, Hedy Lamarr is a beautiful gal and Madeline Carroll is too;
but you'll find if you query, a different story
amongst any bomber crew.
For the loveliest thing of which one can sing
(this side of the Heavenly Gates)
Is no blonde or brunette of the Hollywood set,
but an escort of P-38's.
Yes, in days that have passed
when the tables were amassed
with glasses of scotch and champagne.
It's quite true that the sight was a thing to delight us,
intent upon feeling no pain.
But, no longer the same, nowadays in this game,
when we head north from Messina Straits,
take the sparkling wine - every time
just make mine an escort of P-38's.
Sure, we're braver than hell;
on the ground, all is swell -
in the air it's a different story.
We sweat out our track
through the fighters and flak;
we're willing to split up the glory.
Well, they wouldn't reject us,
so heaven protect us,
and until all this shooting abates,
give us courage to fight 'em -
and one other small item -
an escort of P-38's.
Byron, Shelley, and Keats
ran a dozen dead heats
describing the view from the hills,
of the valley in May
when the winds gently sway,
an army of bright daffodils.
Take the daffodils, Byron,
the wild flowers, Shelley,
yours is the Myrtle, friend Keats.
Just reserve me those cuties,
American Beauties,
An escort of P-38's.
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Provided by Gordon Brown, 720th Squadron
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