The Glory Days Of Batcats
Last Updated 2/4/12
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Fairchild AFB Washington
Fairchild AFB Washington
"BATCAT, BATCAT, come up
voice,
Oh won’t you answer please?
We’ve got mortars falling round
And bad guys in the trees.
Are you on orbit Black?
Or maybe the one called Blue?
Long Vei has been overrun
And help is needed true.
Khe Sanh is now besieged
We’re buttoned down to boot
Tell us where the gomers hide
So we’ll know where to shoot.
The sensors speak, the lights
do blink
With sounds of ‘beep’ and ‘bang’
Old Charlie stalks so close about
From the Ban Hai to Da Nang.
Bullets and band-aids are all we
get
I’m penned down and need a
drink
Can you please call up someone
And end this rinky dink?"
voice,
Oh won’t you answer please?
We’ve got mortars falling round
And bad guys in the trees.
Are you on orbit Black?
Or maybe the one called Blue?
Long Vei has been overrun
And help is needed true.
Khe Sanh is now besieged
We’re buttoned down to boot
Tell us where the gomers hide
So we’ll know where to shoot.
The sensors speak, the lights
do blink
With sounds of ‘beep’ and ‘bang’
Old Charlie stalks so close about
From the Ban Hai to Da Nang.
Bullets and band-aids are all we
get
I’m penned down and need a
drink
Can you please call up someone
And end this rinky dink?"
“Now Gyrine fellow on the ground
I hear your plea for aid
But I’m just a lowly Batcat
Earning what I’m paid.
The boss has set me down, you
see
I do not have the power
His big computer’s on the job
And this is his coffee hour.
I’ll write a note and send it up
But do not fret one bit
From what I hear on the ‘take’
Charlie’s hissing in his pit.
The sensors beep away down
there
We’re here to just relay
They get their info at NKP
And the computer has the say
I guess you’d better hunker down
The gooks have got your range
They’ll just shoot their ammo up
This war is kind of strange.
I hear your plea for aid
But I’m just a lowly Batcat
Earning what I’m paid.
The boss has set me down, you
see
I do not have the power
His big computer’s on the job
And this is his coffee hour.
I’ll write a note and send it up
But do not fret one bit
From what I hear on the ‘take’
Charlie’s hissing in his pit.
The sensors beep away down
there
We’re here to just relay
They get their info at NKP
And the computer has the say
I guess you’d better hunker down
The gooks have got your range
They’ll just shoot their ammo up
This war is kind of strange.
Reports do tell us of a glitch
Back on Uncle Ho’s trail,
It seems some lonely ammo
gooks
Have paused to get some tail.
Why don’t you write a letter
home
And ask help from the USO?
Then maybe the gooks will stop
And watch the lovely show.
I’m sure the gooks are bored as
well
They get no leave from war
No one sings to them you see
And their morale is under par.
Tell the Marines at Khe Sanh
They need to act real nice
That is of course if they get
A cocktail served with ice.
Not my place to answer why
'Spotlights' are such a riddle
I’m just here to fly the sky
While others get to piddle
This is my last long mission,
guy,
Back on Uncle Ho’s trail,
It seems some lonely ammo
gooks
Have paused to get some tail.
Why don’t you write a letter
home
And ask help from the USO?
Then maybe the gooks will stop
And watch the lovely show.
I’m sure the gooks are bored as
well
They get no leave from war
No one sings to them you see
And their morale is under par.
Tell the Marines at Khe Sanh
They need to act real nice
That is of course if they get
A cocktail served with ice.
Not my place to answer why
'Spotlights' are such a riddle
I’m just here to fly the sky
While others get to piddle
This is my last long mission,
guy,
And there’s lots of papers to
peddle
Besides I have already done my
best
And I’m surely due a hero’s
medal.
Think kindly of me when I'm
gone
I would not have you think me
bad
As I soar home cross the sea
And go home to a stateside pad.
I hear the mood is foul back
there
They ‘boo’ veterans of Vietnam
They hold anti-war signs up on
high
And cuss our Uncle Sam.
So this is Batcat signing off
My Sergeant’s cooked black-
eyed peas
And the cornbread’s ready too
My tastebuds are on the tease.
One day this too will pass
And no one will care one bit
‘Bout you Gyrines at Khe Sanh
Who’re really in deep shit!"
peddle
Besides I have already done my
best
And I’m surely due a hero’s
medal.
Think kindly of me when I'm
gone
I would not have you think me
bad
As I soar home cross the sea
And go home to a stateside pad.
I hear the mood is foul back
there
They ‘boo’ veterans of Vietnam
They hold anti-war signs up on
high
And cuss our Uncle Sam.
So this is Batcat signing off
My Sergeant’s cooked black-
eyed peas
And the cornbread’s ready too
My tastebuds are on the tease.
One day this too will pass
And no one will care one bit
‘Bout you Gyrines at Khe Sanh
Who’re really in deep shit!"
BATCAT, BATCAT
BY
BILL PERSON
BY
BILL PERSON
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