Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

http://www.fighterpilotuniversity.com/music-and-theater/songs/yankee- air-pirate/ I am a Yankee air pirate, With DTs and blood-shot eyeballs, My nerves are all run down from bombing downtown, From SAM breaks and bad bandit calls.

CHORUS: A Yankee air pirate, a Yankee air pirate, a Yankee air pirate am I, A Yankee air pirate, a Yankee air pirate, if I don’t get my hundred I’ll die.

I’ve carried iron bombs on the outboards, Flown fast CAP for F-One-Oh-Thuds, I’ve sniveled a counter or two once or twice, And sweated my own rich red blood.

I’ve been downtown to both bridges, To that Nguyen, Dep, and Phuc Yen, And if you ask me, then I’m sure you can see, There’s no place up there I ain’t been.