作曲 : Chris Kurek, Robert Raymond
(Yeah, ladies and gentlemen,we're seeing some
sad days in the Viper community)

(Not like the old days, back in Vietnam,
when they were rollin' in,
droppin' dumb bombs ... in the shit ...
flak so thick you could walk on it)

(Now it's just droppin' damn GPS-guided bombs
.... 30-something thousand feet)

(Just sittin' on your ass, you pickle,
and then you leave. Damn.)

Yeah, there once was a time
Viper pilots were gods
Lasin' LGBs
In their targetin' pods

Yeah, it was fairly taskin'
Not to overfill your cup
But if you weren't on your game
You could still screw it up

Yeah, those days are all disappeared
The anti-christ is finally here!
And it's JDAM
Droppin' JDAM

Yeah, I'm gonna tell stories
When I grow old
How I flew the whole mission
On altitude hold
How I kept myself busy
From goin' insane
I completely unstrapped
Showed my wingman my brain

Yeah, there ain't much to talk about
I even had time to rub one out!
Droppin' JDAM
Droppin' JDAM (Man, this shit sucks!)

Yeah, you thought LGBs
Were easy to do
Well hell, even Jerry's Kids
Could do this shit too

The flood of concentration
Is down to a trickle
All you need is a monkey
To throw poop and pickle

Yeah, you don't even have to check
Just gotta remember to INC/DEC!
Droppin' JDAM
Droppin' JDAM