Glory Flying Regulations

Hap Arnold built a fighting team that sang a fighting song
about the Wild Blue Yonder and the days when men were strong
but now we're regulated cause we don't know right from wrong
the force is shot to hell
glory flying regulations
have them read at all the stations
burn the ass of those that breaks them
the force is shot to hell
once they flew B-26's through a hail of flak
and bloody dying pilots gave their lives to bring 'em back
now they're playing Ping-Pong in the operations shack
the force is shot to hell
glory flying regulations
have them read at all the stations
burn the ass of those that breaks them
the force is shot to hell
I have seen them in their T-Bolts when their eyes were dancing flame
I've seen their screaming power-dives that blasted Goering's name
now they fly like sissies and they hang their heads in shame
the force is shot to hell
glory flying regulations
have them read at all the stations
burn the ass of those that breaks them
the force is shot to hell
now, one day I buzzed an airfield with another happy chap
we flew a hot formation with my wingtip on his lap
so they passed a new directive and we'll have no more of that
the force is shot to hell
glory flying regulations
have them read at all the stations
burn the ass of those that breaks them
the force is shot to hell
so, now mine eyes are dim with tears for happy days of old
we loved to take our chances for our hearts were young and bold
from now on we have no choice but live to be quite old
the force is shot to hell
glory flying regulations
have them read at all the stations
burn the ass of those that breaks them
the force is shot to hell