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Rank this week: 28 (↑8)
Duration: 3:28 
Release Date: 1959  (sfjpk30) 
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Chorus:
Sing hallelujah sing hallelujah
Throw a nickel on the grass, save a fighter pilot's ass
Sing hallelujah, sing hallelujah
Throw a nickel on the grass and you'll be saved.

I was cruising down the Yalu, doing 6 and 24
when a call came from the Major, “Oh, won't you save me, sir
Got 3 flak holes in my wingtips and my tanks ain't got no gas
mayday mayday mayday, I got 6 MiGs on my ass"

(chorus)

I shot my traffic pattern, and to me it looked all right
The air speed read 130, I really racked it tight
Then the airframe gave a shutter, the engine gave a wheeze
"mayday mayday mayday, spin instructions please"

(chorus)

It was Split-S on my bomb run, and I got too goddamned low
but I pressed that bloody button, and I let those babies go
Sucked the stick back fast as blazes when I hit a high speed stall
Now, I won't see my mother, when the works all done next fall

(chorus)

Then they sent me down to Pyongyang, the brief said, "no ack ack"
By the time that I arrived there, my wings was mostly flak
then my engine coughed and sputtered, it was too cut up to fly
"mayday mayday mayday, I'm too young to die"

(chorus)

I bailed out from the Saber, and the landing came out fine
with my E and E equipment, I made for our front line
Then I opened up my ration, to see what was in it
The goddamned Quartermaster, why he filled the tin with grit

(chorus)
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