"The Bomber Jack Song" - For B-2 Pilots Everywhere

Oh, I'm a Bomber Jack, and I'm okay,
I fly all night and I sleep all day.

I fly the path, I eat my lunch,
I bomb the Bourgeoisie.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.

I bomb at night, I skip and jump,
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing,
And hang around in bars.

We fly alone, the two of us
We hold each other's hands
But flying on auto-pilot
We snuggle all we can.

I bomb at night, I wear high heels,
Suspenders and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear papa.