Sammy Baker Charlie 4

Sammy Baker Charlie 4, he's on my tail like a grateful whore, guns are blazing, cannon shells spew it's a hell of a fight over Dien Ben Phu and this Russian mig's amazing, they never seem to stall, look out the commies will get you, if you take a fall and he made a pass right by my wing and clocked me with his pilot's eyes (black) and I quickly nodded to him back but was hit by a piece of flack so I screamed to 500 miles per hour and turned into the sun (what fun) then he shot a missile past me but I got him with my gun they tore into his cockpit and turned the inside red, a hand swept down the blood-stained glass I presumed he must be dead his chariot (his plane) spiralled to the ground on fire, then a billowing silky flower pulled him from the pyre: I watched the sky and clouds guide him to the land, then an oily red explosion lifted up the sand I made a low low pass, across the beachy glade at no more than a hundred feet and saw the black-eyed devil rising to his feet Sammy Baker Charlie 4,now I a veteran, at war no more, and fly a Cherokee, from Tampa up to Yuma and down the Isahgee: and when the dark clouds thunder and the rain rat-a-tat-tats its gun,I remember the black eyed devil...oh my we had such fun!