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DRINK TO THE BLACK CAT P
- B - Y; DAMNDEST OLD PLANE IN
ALL GOD'S SKY. "BB" GUN FOR'D AND A SLING SHOT AFT,
HUNDRED TWENTY KNOTS WHEN IN FORCED DRAFT, GRACEFUL AS A MERMAID
IN THE SOUND UGLY AS A DOG - FACE ON THE GROUND
JUST ONE THING SHE'S SUITED FOR, THAT'S WINNING THE GOD DAMNED WAR
ALL THRU THE NITE IN WIND AND RAIN, SPOTTING ALL TO - JO'S
SHIPS - NO STRAIN LEADING OUR FLEET TO DES - TROY THE JAPS,
HER OWN FO - UR BOMBS THE CLI - MAX CAPS, OFTEN IN THE FIGHT YET
FILLED WITH HOLES, ALWAYS IN THE MORNING DOWN THE MAT SHE ROLLS
SO DRINK TO THE BLACKCATS - WHAT FOR? - THEY'RE WINNING
THE G D WAR.
-Lyrics by Howard Miner
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