Yeah ladies and gentlemen
We're seeing some sad days in the Viper community
Not like the old days back in Vietnam, when they were rollin' in
Droppin' dumb bombs
In the shit
Flak so thick you could walk on it
Now it's just droppin'
Damn GPS-guided bombs
30 something thousand feet
Just sittin' on your ass, you pickle, and then you leave
Damn
Yeah there once was time
Viper pilots were Gods
Lasin' LGBs
In their targeting pods
Yeah it was fairly tasking
Not to overfill your cup
But if you weren't on your game
You could still screw it up
Yeah those days are all disappeared
The Anti-Christ is finally here!
And it's JDAM
Droppin' JDAM
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Yeah I'm gonna tell stories
When I grow old
How I flew the whole mission
On altitude hold
How I kept myself busy
From going insane
I completely unstrapped
Showed my wingman my brain
Yeah there ain't much to talk about
I even had time to rub one out!
Droppin' JDAM
Droppin' JDAM (Man, this shit just sucks!)
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Yeah you thought LGBs
Were easy to do
Well hell even Jerry's kids
Could do this shit too
The flood of concentration
Is down to a trickle
All you need is a monkey
To throw poop and pickle
Yeah you don't even have to check
Just gotta remember, to inc dec
Droppin' JDAM
Droppin' JDAM