NO

Don’t give me a P-38
The props, they counter-rotate
They’re scattered and sitting
From Burma to Britain
Don’t give me a P-38

NO

Give me Operations
Way out on some lonely atoll
For I am too young to die
And I just wanna grow old

And don’t give me a P-39
The engine is mounted behind
She’ll tumble and spin
And she’ll auger you in
Don’t give me a P-39

NO

Give me Operations
Way out on some lonely atoll
For I am too young to die
And I just wanna grow old

Don’t give me a Peter 4-0
It’s a hell of an airplane, I know
She’s a ground looping bastard
And you’re sure to get plastered
Don’t give me a Peter 4-0

NO

Give me Operations
Way out on some lonely atoll
For I am too young to die
And I just wanna grow old

Don’t give me an ’86-D
With rockets, radar and AB
She’s fast, I don’t care
She blows up in mid-air!
Don’t give me an 86-D

NO

Give me Operations
Way out on some lonely atoll
For I am too young to die
And I just wanna grow old

And don’t give me an F-84
She’s just a ground loving whore
She’ll whine and she’ll wheeze
And make straight for the trees
Don’t give me an F-84

NO

Give me Operations
Way out on some lonely atoll
For I am too young to die
And I just wanna grow old

NO