Weapons Training

And when I say eyes right I want to hear those eyeballs click and the gentle pitter-patter of falling dandruff you there what's the matter why are you looking at me are you a queer? look to your front if you had one more brain it'd be lonely what are you laughing at you in the back row with the unsightly fat between your elephant ears open that drain you call a mind and listen remember first the cockpit drill when you go down be sure the old crown-jewels are safely tucked away what could be more distressing than to hold off with a burst from your trusty weapon a mob of the little yellows only to find back home because of your position your chances of turning the key in the ignition considerably reduced? allright now suppose for the sake of argument you've got a number-one blockage and a brand-new pack of Charlies are coming at you you can smell their rotten fish-sauce breath hot on the back of your stupid neck allright now what are you going to do about it? that's right grab and check the magazine man it's not a woman's tit worse luck or you'd be set too late you nit they're on you and your tripes are round your neck you've copped the bloody lot just like I said and you know what you are? You're dead, dead, dead