Here at SAC we're tilled with pride
There's just one thing we can't decide
Which we'd rather get clobbered by
An enemy attack or an O. R. I
Our Wing Commander's got a racket
Though sometimes it's hard to hack it
Whenever he gets his wife alone
Ding-a-ling-a-ling goes the little red phone
We love the seven-day alert
For a week we will not see a skirt
We know it's part of SAC's main goal
To test our positive control
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Whatever became of the wild blue yonder?
How we wish the good old days were back
In SAC!