He weather's fine for flying The fog has gone to bed There's such good visibility You can see victory ahead Let's fill the air with Eagles Let's fill the clouds with men And we will see a world that's free
When we fly home again Said the bombardier to the pilot Well give us a little ride The pilot said to the navigator Why don't you slide inside The navigator he looked around And said to the engineer Ah your hands are dirty Your pants are dirty
You're dirty behind the ear Said the bombardier to the gunner Well how are we fixed for lead The pilot said to the radioman
How's the weather ahead Said the bombardier to the pilot Hand us that pretty crate 5 degrees to the right'll make it
Just as sure as fate The ship belonged to the bombardier Who opened his little bag He saw the target and locked the target And suddenly (bombs away) Said the bombardier to the pilot
Call it a day, and then The pilot said to the radioman Say we done it again The weather's fine for flying The fog has gone to bed There's such good visibility You can see victory ahead Let's fill the air with Eagles Let's fill the clouds with men And we shall see a world that's free
When we fly home again Let's fill the air with Eagles Let's fill the clouds with men And we will see a world that's free When we fly home againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
