Oh, Hedy Lamarr is a beautiful gal,
And Madeleine Carroll is, too.
But you'll find if you'll query, a different theory
Among the men of a bomber crew.
For the loveliest thing of which one could sing
(This side of the Heavenly Gates)
Is no blonde or brunette of the Hollywood set -
But an escort of P-38s.

Yes, in days that have passed, when the tables were massed
With glasses of Scotch or champagne,
It's quite true that the sight was a thing to delight
Us, intent upon feeling no pain.
But no longer the same, nowadays, in this game,
When we head north from Messina Straits,
Take the sparkling wine - every time just make mine
An escort of P-38s

Byron, Shelley or Keats ran a dozen dead heats,
Describing the view from the hills,
Of the valleys in May when the winds gently sway
an army of bright daffodils.
Take the daffodils, Byron - the wild flowers, Shelly -
Yours is the myrtle, Friend Keats;
Just reserve me those cuties - American Beauties -
An escort of P-38s