Lyrics by Bob Gillet - (tune - Loving You)
Every day we look around for things to do;
Little things that must end up in shafting you.
When we tire of these little games we use our big franchise;
Plan and exercise, with no targets in the skies.
Please don't knock us if we carry on this way;
Best laid plans of mice or men must go astray.
Comes the end of a day's long grind while naturally I feel blue;
Because I've spent from eight till five - shafting you.
(meanwhile at the squadron)
We'll fly and pay our debts boys;
There ain't no targets yet boys;
We haven't had no targets yet.
We haven't had a scramble;
And I suspect a shambles;
They're playing games in Command I'll bet.
We're fighting like heck boys;
To go and risk our neck boys;
To scramble on that big weather check.
They only call me Tiger because I drive a Jaguar.
But Tiger is the name I'll get you bet.
We're bound to get some targets yet.