Fly, fighting fair Brothers, heroes, foes Killing machine, thunder in the sky B-17, flying home Killing machine Said goodbye to the cross he deserved It's the code of the air From down below one enemy’s spotted So hurry up, rearm and refuel

For a long teenage goodbye Take me anywhere the wind blows No use crying, we're not thinking 'bout tomorrow We drug out those summer nights So let's go flying It was the start of the summer and the days were getting hotter, yeah 18 was just around the