We few,we happy few,we band of brothers;For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother: be he ne’er so vile;And gentlemen in England now-abed Shall think themself accurs’d they were no here That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
To the tune Minnie the Moocher
Hey folks here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher
She's a B-seventeen, hoocie coocher
She is the roughest, toughest, frail
But Minnie has the guns, of Fifty cal'
She's flown around by a bloke named "Will"
She has a crew, who are brave and chilled
He took her down, to Berlin town
and showed her how to kick, the Reich around
A hidehidehideho (Hidehidehideho)
She had a dream about the Fall of the Heathen
She gave a beating, that it was needin'
She has a body built of Aluminium and steel
Her Landing gear, with platinum wheels
A hidehidehidehidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehidehidehidehi)
A zootibitididdly bitididdly bitididdly bitidooey
(Bitididdly bitididdly bitididdly dooey)
She gives her all, to her crew and the Rightous
Each flight she took, was fraught with flak and fighters
Had a million dollars worth of bullets and rhymes
She hits the target, a dozen times
Ooh Min, ooh Min, ooooooh Minnie
Come join us over at the 281st
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