The Firth of Forth

We had been flying all day long at a hundred fuckin' feet
The weather fuckin' awful fuckin' rain and fuckin' sleet
The compass it was swinging south, east, west and fuckin' north
And we made a fuckin' landfall in the firth of fuckin' forth

Ain't the Air Force fuckin' awful
Ain't the Air Force fuckin' awful
Ain't the Air Force fuckin' awful
And we made a fuckin' landfall in the firth of fuckin' forth

We flew the North Atlantic 'till it made us fuckin' weak
The sea was fuckin' wet and fuckin' cold and fuckin' deep
Operations room of 30 wing is simply fuckin' rotten
And 2-6-9 will be there 'till their fuckin' well forgotten

Ain't the Air Force fuckin' awful
Ain't the Air Force fuckin' awful
Ain't the Air Force fuckin' awful
And 2-6-9 will be there 'till their fuckin' well forgotten

We joined the fuckin' Air Force cause we thought it's fuckin' right
But we don't give a bugger if we fly or fuckin' fight
But what we do object to all those fuckin' offspring twats
Who sit there setting stripes on earth to rate the fuckin' knots

Ain't the Air Force fuckin' awful
Ain't the Air Force fuckin' awful
Ain't the Air Force fuckin' awful
And they sit there setting stripes on earth to rate the fuckin' knots