 Yes, the sky pilot said it, you gotta give him credit, for a son of a gun of a gunner was he. Shoutin', praise the Lord, we're on a mighty mission, all aboard, we ain't a-goin' a-fishin'. Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition, and we'll all stay free. Down went the gunner, but then it was his fate. Down went the gunner, and then the gunner's mate. Up jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a look, and manned the gun himself as he laid aside a book.