Okay gents here it is sung to the song BORN TO RUN
Please feel free to add or subtract.
M.O.M Song my official entry.
In the day we sweat it out in the skies of a plane filled dogfight scene.
At night we fly through missions of glory in our suicide machines
Sprung from hangers out on runway 9,
Camouflaged, carbureted and flying out over the lines
M.O.M’s drop the bombs from your back
Fly our death traps, text a gibberish rap
We gotta land and get out just to pee.
Cause were OLD AS DIRT AND MOST OF US CAN BARLEY SEEEEEE
Wig recruits them in, more old ass men
To fly the laggy missions
Just read our rules, especially 6
And prodigies clean our engines.
Together we all write this crap.
Well fly till we drop, even though we all got bad backs.
Will you join us for some cake.
`Cause with our false teeth it really hard to eat a steak
But we gotta get back real fast
Cause it’s pudding night at the home, and we most certainly don’t want to be last.
Beyond the base our diesel powered tanks limp down the enemy’s backyard
We try to comb what’s left of our hair in rearview mirror
And the prodigies play with yugio cards
Our amusing thread rises bold and stark
Because its all gibberish
Come fly with the M.O.M’s in the air tonight
In an everlasting mission.
1,2,3,4
Our rosters jammed with many heroes from all walks of life.
Everybody’s up flying in the air tonight but there’s no enemy in site
Together well live with the madness
We love one another like brothers till the end
Someday men I don't know when were gonna get to a place
And now my Alzheimer’s is kicking in and I forgot what I was trying say
But till then M.O.M’S LIKE US BABY WE WERE MENT TO PLAY
M.O.M’S LIKE US BABY WE WERE MENT TO PLAY