Zoot-Suits and Parachutes
Before I was a member of the AAFTD
I was a working girl in Washington, D.C.
My boss he was unkind to me, he worked me night and day
I always had the time to work but never the time to play.
Singing zootsuits and parachutes and wings of silver, too
He'll ferry airplanes as his mama used to do.
A long came a pilot, ferrying a plane,
He asked me to go fly with him down in lovers' lane
And I, like a silly fool, thinking it no harm
Cuddled in the cockpit to keep the pilot warm.
Early in the morning before the break of day
He handed me a short-snort bill and this I heard him say
Take this, my darling, for the damage I have done,
For you may have a daughter or you may have a son;
If you have a daughter, teach her how to fly,
If you have a son, put the (censored) in the sky.
The morel of this story as you can plainly see
Is never trust a pilot an inch above the knee,
He'll kiss you and caress you, and promise to be true
And have a girl at every field as all the pilots do.
I'm a Flying Wreck
I'm a flying wreck, a 'riskin' my neck and a helluva pilot too!
A helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva pilot too!
Like all the jolly good flyers, the gremlins treat me mean
I'm a flyin' wreck, a 'riskin' my neck for the good ole 318!
If I had a PT sir, I'd paint it blue and gold,
I'd take it up 5000 feet and make the damned thing roll!
Oh, if I had a PT sir, I'd fly it off in the sky.
I'd circle over Germany and spit in the Fuehrer's eye!
If I had a civilian check, I'll tell you what I'd do,
I'd pop the stick and break his neck and probably get a "U"
If I had an Army ride, I'd take off without any flaps,
And show him that an easier job would be over fighting Japs!
When the General comes, Sir, to view us in our drill,
We'll do a four winds march, Sir, and check out o'er the hill,
And when he calls "Attention!" We'll click our heels and yell,
"I'm just a raw civilian, sir, and you can go to hell!"
And when the course is over, we won't be good at all,
We'll dine and date in every state and bathe in alcohol!
And when vacation is over, of course we'll all be late
It'll take six months' of LaRue's stuff to get us back in shape!
— Tune "I'm a Flying Wreck
Words by Thelma P. Bryan 43-W-5
With the wind and the sand in our eyes
And our goal placed up high in the skies
We are the WASPS who serve the Air Corps so true,
We're coming, just watch us ZOOM. . . down upon you!
On through the storm and the sun
Fly on till our mission is done
From factory to base, let the WASPS set the pace,
We're a thousand strong!
Words and music by Loes Monk 43-W-8
Courtesy of The Woman's Collection, Texas Woman's University