Dave Wright has died

#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
invinoveritas said:
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
Can I be the only one to remember?
 
#3
invinoveritas said:
invinoveritas said:
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
Can I be the only one to remember?
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.
 

boredwafu

Lantern Swinger
#9
invinoveritas said:
boredwafu said:
Ahh, the A25 song, a true classic.

RIP
Hear Hear!
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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