I Wanted Wings I wanted wings till I got the gol-darn things; Now I don't want them any more. Oh, they taught me how to fly, Then they brought me here to die. I've had a belly full of war. You can leave all the Zeros To the gol-darn heroes, For distinguished flying crosses Never compensate for losses. I wanted wings till i got the gol-darn things; Now I don't want them any more. I don't want to fly in a bloody PBY; That's for the eager, not for me. I'll not trust to luck To be picked up by a Duck After I'm shot into the sea, For I'd rather be a bellhop Than a flyer on a flat-top With my hand around a bottle Not around a gol-darn throttle. I wanted wings till I got the gol-darn things; Now I don't want them any more. I'll take the dames While the rest go down in flames; I've no desire to be burned. Air combat has romance, But it makes me wet my pants; That's for the others, I have learned. You can leave the Mitsubishis To the simple sons-a-bishis, For I'd rather have a woman Than get shot up in a Grumman. I wanted wings till I got the gol-darn things; Now...I don't want them...any more.