Actions speak louder than words.


Quietly I wait
Space dust gently blowing by
Missiles long for home

Oh, Hedy Lamar is a beautiful gal
Madeline Carroll is too
But you’ll find if you query a much different theory
Amongst any bomber crew
That the loveliest thing of which one can sing
This side of the heavenly gates
Is no blonde or brunette of the Hollywood set
But an escort of P-38s

In all the days past when the tables were massed
With glasses of scotch and champagne
It’s quite true that that sight was a thing to delight us
Intent on feeling no pain
But no longer the same nowadays in this game
As we sail onto the missing state
Take your sparkling wine but always make mine
An escort of P-38s