Early in the morning
When the tanks start to roar
You can see the old goat standing
Beside his office door
He'll be sweating out the takeoff
As he's often done before
The man behind the armor plated desk

Four times he's led us up there
And he always led us back
For he circled o'er the l.P.
As we went in to attack
He said. "I'm hard yet fair, boys,
But allergic to ack ack.''
The man behind the armor plated desk.

And when the target's sighted
Who inspires our attack?
Who says, "Hundreds may go in, lads
But a few ain't coming back."
Who says, "We'll disregard the minimum
When you suppress the flak."
The man behind the armor plated desk.

And when the mission's over
And debriefing they should be
You can search the whole field over
But not a pilot you will see
For they'll all be at the "O" club
With a mixed drink in their hand
Singing, "The man behind the armor plated desk"