Flyboys and Sailors

Those boys she knew before were all such a silly bore
It seemed fixed to kill her you see
Till she heard ‘bout the fly boys
Those never say die boys and their heavy artillery

Since then she’s been thrivin on the bars and the dives in
And around Air Naval Reserves
Knowing each night her next fly boy’ll sight her
And give her the fly by she deserves

There’ll be no defense for the missile attacks
That drill her flanks, although
They’ll be less intense than the bivouacs
That thrill her head to toe

But little sis fails her cause it takes a sailor
To make Suzie cruise off-line
Creeps who after the liberties take off for the seven seas
Leavin Miss Roundheels behind

Some call it disgrace downright low, mean and base
To see iniquity so well defined
Give me a man she’ll say lifts anchor and sails away
Snubbing the landlubbing kind

Others can’t nail her down nor entail her
Evenings to wine and dine
She’d sooner a sailor than a kinder and cuter
Cause mainly sailors suit her just fine

Most would lose face virtue lost at the pace
She takes ‘em in and sends ‘em out shined
Give me a man she’ll say rises above the fray
Leavin all the rest behind

That’s why she’s streams of hot steamy dreams of
Sailors who’ll straighten her spine
They’ll never fail to quickly avail her
Then sail right on out of her mind

While big sis don’t know why boys
Can’t be all like the fly boys
The rest all seem just a tease
Cause having flown fly boys
Nine miles high
None but a fly boy can please

copyright©2008 michael james prue