We had been flying all day long at a hundred f**kin' feet
The weather f**kin' awful, f**kin' rain and f**kin' sleet
The compass, it was swinging south, east, west and f**kin' north
And we made a f**kin' landfall in the Firth of f**kin' Forth
Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful?
Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful?
Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful?
And we made a f**kin' landfall in the Firth of f**kin' Forth
We flew the North Atlantic 'til it made us f**kin' weep
The sea was f**kin' wet and f**kin' cold and f**kin' deep
Operations Room of 30 Wing is simply f**king rotten
And 269 will be there 'til they're f**king well forgotten 1
Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful?
Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful?
Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful?
And 269 will be there 'til they're f**kin' well forgotten
(I say, Charlie? Charlie? Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful, over?)
(Sorry, Skip, I- I'm not picking you up there,
I- I--... bad signal, over.)
(Charlie? Charlie? Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful, over?)
(Sorry, Skip, signal's breaking up completely,
not picking you up at all, over.
Tell you what though, ain't the Air Force f**king awful?)
We joined the f**kin' Air Force 'cause we thought it f**kin' right
But we don't give a bugger if we fly or f**kin' fight
But what we do object to are those f**kin' Ops Room twots
Who sit there sewing stripes on at a rate of f**kin' knots
Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful?
Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful?
Ain't the Air Force f**kin' awful?
And they sit there sewing stripes on at a rate of f**kin' knots