Dave Wright has died

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  1. Dave Wright a WW2 Hurricane pilot has died aged 85.
    He wrote the FAA's most famous song-- Villikins and Dinah-- lampooning the tedious A25 procedure.

    Do you remember?

    They say in the AirForce a landing's ok- If the pilot gets out and can still walk away.
    But in the Fleet Air Arm the prospect is grim--
    If the landing's piss-poor and the pilot can't swim.
    The chorus... Cracking good show--I'm still alive but I still have to render--
    My A25
     
  2. Can I be the only one to remember?
     
  3. It's just possible that the song he composed was for pilots and sung by pilots. The rest of us in the FAA were too busy fixing the aircraft to sing about them.
     
  4. Seaweed

    Seaweed War Hero Book Reviewer

    I put an url to his Telegraph obit in the FAA Songs thread.
     
  5. Excellent. Thanks!
     
  6. That’s a shame….I quite enjoyed his afternoon show with them factoids and the Old woman….

    RIP..
     
  7. Ahh, the A25 song, a true classic.

    RIP
     
  8. Hear Hear!
     
  9. A reminder.....
    The A25 Song

    They say in the airforce a landings okay
    If the pilot gets put and can still walk away
    But in the Fleet Air Arm the prospects are grim
    If the landings piss poor and the pilot can’t swim

    CHORUS-
    Cracking show, I'm alive,
    But I still have to render my A25

    They taught me to fly in an old Tiger Moth
    A dreadful contraption of wood string and cloth
    It does sixty knots or something fantastic
    A bloody good show for some string and elastic

    CHORUS

    When you come o’er the round down and see Wings frown
    You can safely assume that your hook isn’t down
    A bloody great barrier looms up ahead
    Then a pipe on the broadcast 'let’s pray for the dead'

    CHORUS

    They gave me a Seafire to beat up the fleet
    I beat up the Rodney and Nelson a treat
    Forgot the tall mast on top of the Formid
    And a seat in the goofers was worth fifty quid

    CHORUS

    When the batsman says lower I always go higher
    I turn to starboard and prang my Seafire
    The boys in the goofers all think I am green
    But I get my commission from Supermarine

    CHORUS

    I sit on the booster awaiting the kick
    Amusing myself by abusing my pr%@<hidden>
    There goes the green light the thing gives a cough
    Cor blimey says Wings he has tossed himself off

    CHORUS

    I fly for a living I don’t fly for fun
    I’m awfully anxious to hack dawn the Hun
    But when it comes to deck landings at night in the dark
    As I told Wings this morning, F#%k that for a lark

    CHORUS

    As I roar down the deck in my Martlet Mk4
    Loud in my ears is the Cyclones sweet roar
    Chuff clink clink chuff clink clink chuff clink clink clink
    Away wing on sponson away life in drink

    CHORUS

    I thought I was coming in low enough but
    I was 50 feet high when the batsman gave cut
    Loud in my earholes the sweet angels sang
    Float float float float float float barrier prang

    CHORUS

    The latest editions the bold Buccaneer
    Filled up with black boxes and Scimitar gear
    But never mind Kruschev you're safe till the days
    When the fu$%&#g great ba$#&%d is fitted with speys

    CHORUS

    Now if you fly Vixens you’ve got to be quick
    Cos it climbs very fast when you pull on the stick
    ‘Oh Christ’ said a pilot as heaven drew near
    ‘Pray what do you want’ said a voice in his ear

    CHORUS

    The Phantom is highest and fastest and last
    For the time is now come when we sing of the past
    For Wilson and Healey have won in the end
    And there’ll be no flat tops for us to defend

    CHORUS

    At pinging the Sea King is remarkably sound
    It’s wings don’t go out they go round and around
    Backwards and forwards and sideways they go
    And they don’t give a f$#k if there balls hanging low

    CHORUS

    They taught me to fly in a Chipmunk T10
    I`d fly round and round and then once round again
    The mood of the bird made the landing a farce
    So I'd go round again and fly straight up my arse

    CHORUS

    From fixed wing to choppers I quickly moved on
    To find it quite safe with no airspeed clocked on
    But if your descent is too fast for the flow
    Then it's chop chop chop chop and away you will go

    CHORUS

    And so front line service I finally saw
    The pilots were good and I viewed them with awe
    But found out the maths were just too much for me
    And ‘F%$k it’said Wings some more stores in the sea

    CHORUS

    I led a formation in LFA2
    And lower and lower and lower we flew
    Forgot all the wires and the tips of the trees
    And a pipe back at base, ‘Let us pray for all three’

    CHORUS

    There's a bloke an our ship now that everyone knows
    Where he gets his rings from Christ only knows
    He stands up in Flyco and he rants and shouts
    And gobs off about things he knows f%$k all about

    CHORUS

    They say in the Air Force a missions OK
    If you drop all your bombs and can still fly away
    But in the Fleet Air Arm they call you a s$#%
    If you drop 21 and get only 1 hit

    CHORUS

    The moral of this story is quite plain to see
    A Fleet Air Arm pilot you never should be
    But stay on the shore and get two rings or more
    And go out on the piss every night with a whore
     

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