歌词
Clear!(Clear!)
Contact!(Contact!)
Off we go into the wild blue yonder
Climbing high into the sun
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder
At'em boys, giv'er the gun!
(Giv'er the gun now!)
Down we dive spouting our flames from under
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!
Here's a toast to the host of those
Who love the vastness of the sky
To a friend we send the message
Of his brother men who fly
We drink to those who gave their all of old
Then down we roar
To score the rainbow's pot of gold
A toast to the host of men we boast the Army Air Corps
Clear!(Clear!)
Contact!(Contact!)
Off we go into the wild sky yonder
Keep the wings level and true!
If you'd live to be a gray haired wonder
Keep your nose out of the blue!
(Out of the blue now!)
Flying men guarding our nation's borders
We'll be there followed by more
In echelon we carry on!
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!