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Unread postPosted: 20 Dec 2005, 12:10
by maddog2840
Does any one have all the lyrics to

Unread postPosted: 20 Dec 2005, 18:17
by sickpup
"Going in for Guns" damn near killed me... great work guys.

Unread postPosted: 20 Dec 2005, 20:19
by Rexxxx
Speaking of "Going in for Guns", if anyone is in the Buzzards at Aviano, PM me. We've got a video here in the Hounds that you may want to have regarding an inbound pilot and verse 4.

Unread postPosted: 27 Dec 2005, 07:33
by TenguNoHi
Snooze, one word, outstanding! Great job and keep up the good work. Love both CDs


Unread postPosted: 29 Nov 2006, 02:50
by Weasel_Keeper
Found this video made to the "Pilot Song" on YouTube. :)

Unread postPosted: 29 Nov 2006, 05:58
by Shaba
Dos Gringos...great job, guys! I was made aware of your music only recently and I quickly enjoyed it.

I hope to see you guys in concert someday.

Unread postPosted: 29 Nov 2006, 14:56
by serino
Is it really that bad being the Wingman?

Unread postPosted: 30 Nov 2006, 09:10
by parrothead
"Cause we're the wingmen and we bear all the shame
When Flight Lead screws the pooch you can guess who takes the blame..."

:lmao: !!!

Great job guys! That reminds me that I have to order a copy for a friend...

Of course, I just had to play "Jeremiah Weed" for my roommate when she tried the drink... She sure agrees that it tastes like *&^% :lol: !

Unread postPosted: 30 Nov 2006, 15:26
by Purplehaze
I have both CD's and they are great.......

Unread postPosted: 30 Nov 2006, 16:25
by J-Rad
I also bought both CD's off of iTunes. The lyrics are explicit but I still laugh my a$$ off. :lmao: I played it for a few guys that hadn't heard of them. They loved it! So, the word is still getting around.

Some of my favorites w/lines (in no particular order):

1. World War III (...But the bombing of the embassy in Moscow broke the ice. Now that was just an accident and it happened only twice...)

2. 2's Blind (...he gave me a 0 and I think it's clear that I earned 3. Because what he doesn't know, is that he's lucky to be alive. When I said I was visual, I was lying my a$$ off. I was blind...)

3. Jeremiah Weed (...the greatest fighter pilot that I ever did see, came in one day and took his place at the pi$$er next to me. I knew he was a killer, I could smell it when he peed...)

4, The Wingmen (...we're the Wingmen and we don't know a thing. If we were to think they'd have our a$$es in a sling...)

5. The Hound War Song (...the most beautiful girl that I did ever see. I dreamt that one day that I'd get inside her. I finally got my way. I ride her every day. She's the only for me...and she's the Viper!...)

6. Going in for Guns (...and only a big pu$$y would use the 2 fox one's, it's time to get medieval, I'm going in for guns...)

7. I Want To Takeoff From A Carrier ( never have a crosswind and you never have to flare. You got 4 f**kin' wires, how could you miss? I can't think of anything that's easier than this...)

8. S.O.S. (...they torture you with briefings 'til your will to live is gone. They take 5 weeks of your short life and flush it down the john...)

9. Heat's Not Gay (...we get asked a lot of questions, the one that we most hear - well, is he funny haha? or is he funny queer?...)

10. The Things I Love (...Tits. Tits. Yes, that's for me. I wish that every woman had 3...)

That's some kick a$$ stuff! Snooze and Trip: keep it up! (sts) :)

Unread postPosted: 07 Mar 2007, 08:31
by parrothead
Thanks to a big paycheck and my tax return, I was finally able to afford to order "2" :thumb: ! I have to thank a friend for ordering me my copy of Live at the Sand Trap :thanks: .

I still haven't quit laughing and I had a smile on my face all through my &^%$ day at work thanks to the new album 8) .

Thanks again to Stitch and Snooze for some great work :thumb: !

Unread postPosted: 21 Jun 2007, 14:58
by maddog2840

Unread postPosted: 26 Nov 2007, 16:53
by limas2004

Does anyone have the lyrics of "Heat's not gay" by Dos Gringos?


Unread postPosted: 27 Nov 2007, 00:38
by FlightDreamz
You can get the lyrics for "I'm a Pilot" at

Unread postPosted: 27 Nov 2007, 04:35
by asiatrails
Gums and others here are some old lyrics - For anyone who is easily offended or politically correct - read no further.

(Tune of: Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys- W. Jennings)
Broncos ain't easy to love, and they're hard to control.
And they'd like to frag MPC for the bullshit they're sold
Boom mikes and earplugs and forty pound map bags,
And prop beat that drives them insame.
If you don't understand them, and most Colonels don't,
You'll think that they're all a big pain.
Broncos like mix hags and oscar and small titted yobos,
Little kundingees and nurses and anything in sight.
Them that don't know 'em won't like 'em,
And them that do sometimes don't know how to take 'em.
They ain't wrong they're just different,
And their pride won't let 'em,
Forget that they once strapped on jets.
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be Broncos.
Don't let 'em shoot rockets and roll in on trucks,
Let 'em drive Phantoms, and Eagles, and Slufs.
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be Broncos.
They'll never stay sober, they're always hung over,
Even on Saturday Morn.

(Tune of: Red Neck Mother)
Well, he arrived at Osan Air Base,
His yobo's name was Mary Lou Thelma Kim.
He's not responsible for what he's doing,
Cause his commander made him what he is.
F is for the fighter I used to fly. -
A is for the acceleration 1 miss so much.
C is for the CAS missions with them there Juvats.
E is for earplugs.
R is for poopy suit RED NECK!
And it's up against the wall red neck facer,
Facer who has loved the plane so well.
It's, ten foot two and sittin' in a wonder arch.
Just flaming out and rusting all to hell.

(Tune of: El Paso)
Out in the West Korean town of Song-Tan Up,
I fell in love with a kimchi-breath girl.
Night time would find me in Aragon Alley,
Seeing if Miss Lee would give me a whirl.
One night a wild young Bronco came' in,
Wild as the west kimchi wi.........nd.
Dashing and daring, an Oscar was sharing,
With wicked Miss Lee, the girl I adore.
So in anger,
I challenged the right to the love of this virgin,
Down went his hands, and so did the whore.
My challenge was answered in less, than a
The Bronco was done and was ready for more.

(by Dick Jonas)
I'm a son of Satans Angels,
And I fly the F-4D.
All the way from the Hanoi Railroad Bridge,
To the DMZ
I'm one of old Hoot Gibson's Boys,
And mean as I can be,
I'm a son of Satan's Angels and I fly the F-4D.
There ain't a triple A gunner up there
That's anywhere near my class.
Cause I'm as mad as I can be
And I'm in for one more pass.
He hosed me down one time too much
And that one is his last.
And I looked back at where he was
Hey man ain't that a gas.
Hello Hanoi Hannah
Send your migs to meet their doom.
Flying 'em up and blast 'em off
Hoot's boys will be there soon.
I don't care if you are the gal
with a mouthful of silver spoons.
Cause I've got sidewinders on board
That'll home on an A3 plume.

(Tune - Wabash Gannon Ball)
Listen to the rumble, and hear old Merlin roar
I'm flying over Moji, like I never flew before
Hear the mighty rush of the slipstream and hear old Merlin roar
I'll wait a bit and say a prayer, and hope it gets me home".
"Itazuke Tower, This is Air Force-801,
I'm turning on the downwind leg,
My prop has overrun;
My coolant's overheated, the gage says 1-2-1
You'd better get the crash crew out
And get them on the run."
"Listen, Air Force 801, this is Itazuke Tower,
I cannot call the crash crew out,
This is their coffee hour;
You're not cleared in the pattern,
Now that is plain to see
So take it once around again, you're not a VIP.
"Itazuke Tower, this is Air Force 801,
I'm-turning on my final,
I'm running on one lung,
I'm gonna land this Mustang
No matter what you say,
I'm gonna get my charts squared up
Before that Judgment Day."
"Now listen Air Force 801, this is Itazuke Tower,
We'd like to let you in right now,
But we haven't got the power,
We'll send a note through channels
And wait for a reply,
Until we get permission back,
Just chase around the sky."
"Itazuke Tower, this is Air Force 801,
I'm up in Pilot's Heaven and
My flying days are done;
I'm sorry that I blew up,
I couldn't make the grade
I guess I should have waited till
The landing was okayed."

(Tune - Sioux City Sue)
I drove a herd of oxen down
Till I reached old Bong Chong Way
And there I met a gook girl
Who said she'd like to play
Her clothes were of a dirty blue
Her hands and feet were too
I asked her what her name was
She said, "Seoul City Sue."
Seoul City Sue, Seoul City Sue
Your hair is black, your eyes are too
I'd swap my honey cart for you
Seoul City Sue, Seoul City Sue
No one smells of Kimchee
Like my sweet Seoul City Sue
Oh, Korea, I must admit
I owe a lot to you
I came here from America
To find Seoul City Sue
Someday I'll take her back with me
And buy here perfumes too
So people can't be singing
"Here comes Seoul City Sue.'

Chestnuts roasting on a Thailand fire,
Bull frogs singing in the choir,
Samlars singing Ho,Ho,Ho
It's Melly Clismas you know.
Geicos clawing acloss the cold bare floor,
Flied lice cooking on the stove,
Tee locks kissing neath the mistie toe,
It's Melly Clismas you know.
Sweet lips waiting for my tender kiss,
Garlic breath gets in my way.
VC's roasting in a napalm fire
Melly Clismas Uncle Ho.
Cripples limping down a small side street,
Napalm rising at their feet,
I dropped it low, but they went too slow,
Melly Clismas Uncle Ho.
VC making love near a rice paddy,
Tee Locks eyes are all aglow,
Twenty mike mikes up his a$$,
Tee Lock screaming go,go,go.
Wolf Pack sends greetings from old Robin Olds,
Chappie joined him over there,
We'll carry on, the stars will be bright,
Over Ubon Rajachtani tonight....

On the first day of combat the Air Force gave to me...
A pilot in a teak tree
Two rocket pods
Three fuel tanks
Four AIM 9s
Five thousand pounders
Six seven-fifties
Ho Chi Minh gave to me...
Seven SAMs singing
Eight flak sites firing
Nine MIGs a diving
The Air Force gave to me...
Ten Sandys searching
Eleven choppers whirling
Twelve days a-waiting

Dear Mom, your son is dead, he bought the farm today,
he crashed his OV-10 on Kim II Sung's highway.
He made a rocket pass, and then, he busted his a$$.
He went across the fence to see what he could see,
and there it was, as plain as it could be.
There was a truck on the road, with a big heavy load.
He got right on the horn, and gave the DASC a call,
"Send me air, I've got a truck that's stalled."
The DASC said, "That's all.right, I'll send you Juvat Flight."
The Phantoms checked right in, Gunfighters two by two,
low on gas and tanker overdue.
They asked the FAC to mark, just where the truck was parked.
The Bronc, he rolled right in, with his smoke to mark,
exactly where that truck was parked.-
And the rest is in doubt, cause he never pulled out..
(This time with reverence)
Dear Mom, your son is dead, he bought the farm today,
he crashed his OV-lOon Kim II Sung's highway.
He made a rocket pass, and then he busted his a$$.
HIM, HIM, **** HIM!
How did he go? STRAIGHT IN!
Hell of a deal*. WHOOEE.!
*********, motherf****r, eat a bag of sh*t,
**** hair, douche bag, bite your Mother's tit.
We're the best'Fighter Squadron, all the others suck.
Bronco Fac, Bronco Fac, Rah, Rah, ****!

There's an upended glass on the table,
Down in front of a lone empty chair
Yesterday we were with him, today God be with him,
Forever,he is in your care