Don't Knock my Chopper Friends! - 1965

Posted 14 years 233 days ago ago by Admin

I used to laugh at the chopper jockeys

And those things they travel in

I joked about how slow they are

And the way they pound the wind.

Some o' the guys got hoppin' mad

Guess it hit a sour note

Especially one called "Shorty"

Man, I always got his goat.

Each mornin' I'd climb in my shinin' jet

And leave in a cloud of dust

And then each night in the chow hall

We'd meet- and there we fussed.

And then one day while makin' a pass

I heard a terrible clunk

And all of a sudden my shinin' jet

Was a mass of smokin' junk.

Somehow I managed to use my chute

And safely reach the ground

But I thought I was a goner

Charlie was all around.

Not far away, I heard some shots

And I knew I was lost for sure

But, then I heard that poundin' air

And that old familiar whir.

The chopper came in shootin'

Like he didn't even care

That the place was crawlin' with Viet Cong

And bullets filled the air.

I ran for his door and gave a leap

And found myself inside

Then "Shorty" turned, and grinned, and asked

"Hotshot! You need a ride?"

He brought me back and I guess you'd say

That's how the story ends

Except one point I have to make

Don't knock my chopper friends!