I Don't Want No More Of Air Force Life
(Lyrics by Ken Moores. To the tune of that favourite camp song "Gee Ma I wanna Go Home". First performed at the annual Christmas Dinner "Bun Fight" in 1981.)

They say the Mile High Club is really on the rack
that's why everybody, wants to bring the Otters back

CHORUS:
Oh I don't want no more of Air Force life
Gee Ma I wanna go, back to Ontario
Gee Ma, I wanna go home.

We polished up the choppers until they really shone
and then we turned them over and cut our fuckin' lawn

They say that in the tool crib the tools are all the best
but every time I need one, the fucking thing's U/S

The women in the squadron are all the decent sort
but they can't wear fur collars 'cause of Master Corporal Shortt

They say that Naccarato has jam between his toes
but he just bends right over and sucks it up his nose

They say that Michael Robinson he climbed up from the bog
now he sleeps in a kennel cause he's a fucking dog

They say that Cam Almasy He really is the boss
we got the word from Dorothy he cums Tobasco sauce

They say that Captain Polo his face went really pale
he looked behind his chopper and he had no fucking tail

They say for Frederick Kuzyk the women they all beg
because he keeps his pecker lock wired to his leg

Now we've know Kevin Lockey since he was a pup
you get him in a classroom and the fucker won't shut up

We know that Kenneth Moores use to live on a farm
the pigs were always pregnant cause Ken slept in the barn

They say that Bob Procyshen is a man of renown
well we think he should prove it and buy a fuckin' round

The women in the squadron they say are really slick
every time you want one they're on someone else's dick

The women in the Reg Force they say are really great
but with all their diseases I'd rather masturbate