I'm a Flying Wreck
(Words by: Thelma Bryan 43-W-5)

I'm a flying wreck a riskin' my neck
And a "heckofa" pilot too!
A "heckofa", "heckofa", "heckofa", "heckofa"
"heckofa" pilot, too!

Like all the jolly good flyers,
The gremlins treat me mean,
I'm a flyin' wreck, a riskin' my neck
For the good ole 3l8th!

If I had a PT sir, I'd paint it blue and gold,
I'd take it up 5000 feet and make the "darned" thing roll!
Oh, if I had a PT, sir, I'd fly it off in the sky,
I'd circle over Germany and spit in the Fuehrer's eye!

If I had a civilian check, I'll tell you what I'd do,
I'd pop the stick and break his neck and probably get a "U",
If I had an Army ride, I'd take off without my flaps,
And show him that an easier job would be over fightin' Japs!

When the General comes, Sir, to view us in our drill,
We'll do a four winds march, Sir, and check out o'er the hill,
And when he calls ATTENTION, We'll click our heels and yell,
"I'm just a raw civilian, sir, and you can go to ____"

And when the course is over, we won't be good at all,
We'll dine and date in every state and bathe in alcohol,
And when vacation's over, of course, we'll all be late,
It'll take six months of LaRue's stuff to get us back in shape!