The Firth of Forth

We had been flying all day long at 100 fucking feet The weather fucking awful fucking rain and fucking sleet The compass it was swinging South East West and fucking North And we made a fucking landfall in the Firth of fucking Forth Ain't the Air Force fucking awful Ain't the Air Force fucking awful Ain't the Air Force fucking awful And we made a fucking landfall in the Firth of fucking Forth We flew the North Atlantic till it made us fucking weep The sea was fucking wet and fucking cold and fucking deep Operations Room of 30 Wing is simply fucking rotten And 269 will be there till they're fucking well forgotten Ain't the Air Force fucking awful Ain't the Air Force fucking awful Ain't the Air Force fucking awful And 269 will be there till they're fucking well forgotten "I say Charlie, Charlie ain't the Air Force fucking awful Over" "Sorry skip, we're not picking you up there, I- bad signal Over" "Charlie, Charlie ain't the Air Force fucking awful Over" "Sorry skip signal's breaking up we're not picking you up at all Over" "Tell you what though, ain't the Air Force fucking awful" We joined the fucking Air Force 'cause we thought it fucking right But we don't give a bugger if we fly or fucking fight But what we do object to are those fucking Ops Room twots Who sit there sewing stripes on at a rate of fucking knots Ain't the Air Force fucking awful Ain't the Air Force fucking awful Ain't the Air Force fucking awful And they sit there sewing stripes on at a rate of fucking knots