LAMENT OF THE F-106 MA-1 FLIGHT LINE TROOP
Jake Smart
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You work and you slave all night and all day
And you ponder the reason
Why in the wet and cold season
Your bird’s on the line and not in a bay
You call for a blower and an M-32
They send you some lights, you’re sickened and blue
You gripe to Control, you cuss at the Desk
Mock-Up is grinning, they laugh at the mess
You cry and you weep
The ETIC you can’t keep
You lost your best spintite
There are sores on your feet
After an hour, times ten or two
Your power’s arrived, and you get to the scoop
The computer is crazy, it’s so broke it can’t think
This card will check bad, it’s got transformer stink
You work on the computer, the comm is real sick
The radar is dead and you can’t find the fix
Your Honcho is nervous, Control’s in a fit
The brass is so thick you can’t shake a stick
But seven days later your hair is all gone
The computer is fixed, but, what terrible comm
The wiring, the boxes, the racks and the screws
Are in perfect alignment as your eardrums it chews
You search through again to solve the impasse
For now by this time, the whole flight line’s a mess
Cause the squadron’s been flying for days on end
The problems keep coming, and your bird’s still not in
Your hours of labor are from six until when
There’s no time to rest before starting again
The down time that’s promised is always next week
The mere thought of sleeping makes you feel weak
But lo and behold, a holiday’s near
There’ll be time to relax and drink a cold beer
The flying’s been canceled, OMS plans a blast
But remember for you, relaxing comes last
The word is out; we’re so far behind
A holiday’s perfect to make up that lost time
The office needs painting; your shoes are not black
Empty that trashcan, patch up that crack
You had a nice girl who you used to know
The last time you saw her was six months ago
Now she is married to a guy from supply
His frequent off time is the reason why
They call it a Delta, they call it a Six
But we know the truth; it’s made of toothpicks
It flies when it breaks, it breaks when it flies
And the glamour they fed you was nothing but lies