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WASP TRAINING SONGS
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 time to play.
(CHORUS)
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 lover's lane
And I, like a silly fool, thinking it no harm
Cuddled in the cockpit to keep the pilot warm.
(CHORUS)
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.
(CHORUS)
The moral 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.
(CHORUS)
--Tune "Bell Bottom Trousers"
YOU'LL GO FORTH FROM HERE
You'll go forth from here with your silver wings
You'll go forth from here with your silver wings
Santiago blue and a heart that sings--
'Cause you ain't gonna be here no longer.
Leave your h.p. tricks to the babes in"6"
Leave your h.p. tricks to the babes in "6"
Leave your big city tricks to the gals in the sticks--
'Cause you ain't gonna be here no longer.
You can leave all the drillin' to the W-5 chillun
You can leave all the drillin' to the W-5 chillun
You can leave LaRue's killin' to the gals still winnin'
'Cause you ain't gonna be here no longer.
Leave your instrument lore to poor W-4
Leave your instrument lore to poor W-4
You can leave all the Links with their gadgets galore
'Cause you ain't gonna be here no longer.
You can leave PT to poor W-3
You can leave PT to poor W-3
You can leave all the cricks from the neck to the knee
'Cause you ain't gonna be here no longer.
Leave your cross-country buzzin' to your W-2 cousin
Leave your cross-country buzzin' to your W-2 cousin
Leave the hedge-hoppin' fun that was W-1
'Cause you ain't gonna buzz here no longer.
You'll go forth from here with your silver wings
You'll go forth from here with your silver wings
Santiago blue and a heart that sings--
'Cause you ain't gonna be here no longer
'Cause you ain't gonna be here no longer.
--Tune "Dig Your Grave With a Silver Spade"
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WASP Training Songs #3, poem, Date Unknown; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth894148/m1/1/: accessed June 6, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting National WASP WWII Museum.