Originally Posted by
Flying Officer Kyte
I hope you like my new version of the song. This is dedicated to the Cowman.
Rob.
An old pilot went flying out one dark and windy day
Upon his seat he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty Flight of red-winged kites he saw
Plowin' through the ragged skies, and he heard their engines roar.
Yipie i-oh, yipie i-ay! Ghost Jasta in the sky
Their tail pipes glowed with fire, and their Spandaus made of steel
Their engines black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the bullets coming hard, and he heard them whistle by.
Yipie i-oh, yipie i-ay! Ghost Jasta in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred their jackets soaked with sweat
They're flying hard to catch him, but they ain't caught him yet.
'Cause they've got to fly forever on that sortie in the sky
In Triplanes belching fire, as they fly on, hear their cry:
Yipie i-oh, yipie i-ay! Ghost Jasta in the sky
As the pilots looped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a flying in your plane
Then English land your bus today, or you'll be sure to die
Tryin' to catch the Baron's flight, across these endless skies"
Yipie i-oh, yipie i-ay! Ghost Jasta in the sky[.
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