Mikey was a little boy, he loved to watch the clouds He was born to fly Mikey joined the Navy, his father was quite proud Mother never wanted it that way He got into the cockpit and rose up in the sky Set his sights on Beirut and he let his missles fly Boom, Boom!
Jet fighters never die I don't know, but I've been told It's been said that God is dead Jet fighters never cry, jet fighters never die
The General smoked a Cuban blunt HAND ROLLED by the Reds Then he poured a glass of Scotch and tallied up the dead
The fighter banked into the night, then he caught a Sam He rose up into Heaven with Jesus in his hand Scenery was so beautiful, could not believe his eyes Then he spotted John Wayne, he knew he had arrived Jesus interrupted him, he had something to tell They had to speak with Allah, he sent them both to Hell! Boom, boom!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
