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OLD CROWS
(with apologies to Rudyard Kipling and "Tommy")
Craig L. Johnson, 1978
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I went to halls of Congress to
Get some jamming money.
The politicians up and says
"You Crows are always funny."
The staff behind the tables laughed
And giggled fit to die.
It's back out to the streets again
And to myself says I: |
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Then it's Old Crows this and Old Crows that,
And "Old Crows do your thing,"
For suddenly we need you
When the planes are on the wing.
The planes are on the wing, my friend,
The planes are on the wing,
And planes and crews are dying
so "Old Crows do your thing." |
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O' it's Old Crows this and Old Crows that,
And Old Crows go away.
But it's "What's that you were saying?"
When the band begins to play.
The band begins to play, my friend,
The band begins to play,
And it's "What's that you were saying?"
When the band begins to play. |
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Yes sometimes Crows are prone to hide
'Hind hi-tech doors shut tight
And talk in terms that cause more heat
Instead of shedding light.
As Crows we need to keep in mind
Our challenge and our focus,
Be sure we speak in simple terms
And no more hocus pocus. |
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I went to see the bureaucrats,
Who run this show on earth.
They say it may be good alright,
But prove to us it's worth.
Check power and antennas and
DBs and techniques,
You Crows are always clustered,
And you keep your little cliques. |
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So it's Old Crows this and Old Crows that,
Make sure you keep your focus,
It's savin' lives that we're about
And not more hocus-pocus.
Cut down the hocus-pocus, friends,
Cut down the hocus-pocus,
Our job is to communicate,
And we must keep our focus. |
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Then it's Old Crows this and Old Crows that,
You birds will always lie,
But it's "Thank you, Mr. Crow,"
When the SAMs begin to fly.
The SAMs begin to fly, my friend,
The SAMs begin to fly,
Then it's "Thank you, Mr. Crow,"
When the SAMs begin to fly. |
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We ain't no bloomin' geniuses,
But idiots we're not.
It's from the love of freedom
That we still try a lot.
And frequently we fail to do
The thing that should be done,
But it's not from lack of tryin'
Nor 'cause we just have fun. |
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Yes makin' mock of jammers that
Make no holes or noise,
Is cheaper than them jammers,
Till we start to losin' boys.
And cuttin' needed budgets,
When'ere the money's tight,
Makes sense to lots of people
Until we have to fight. |
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So it's Old Crows this and Old Crows that,
It ain't no piece of cake,
But we can't be faint-hearted,
With our liberty at stake.
Our liberty's at stake, my friend,
Our liberty's at stake.
And we can't be faint-hearted,
With our liberty at stake.
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