The birds fly a lot better than we do
See how the wheel and bank and glide: Perfect
All in one
Wings, body, tail – all in one
Someday, I’m going to create a plane that flew just like a bird
It isn’t exactly a bird I’m creating, is it?
At least it’s a curious odd bird
A bird that breaths fire and spits out death and destruction
A spitfire bird
A spitfire bird
Faster, always faster
What a strange looking machine
You can’t see a spit in the air without getting a kick out of it
Why it is like a bird
A spitfire bird
A spitfire bird
It’s tiring stretching out for something that’s just out of reach, but I’ll get it
After all, what I want isn’t as easy as all that
It’s gotta do four hundred miles an hour
Turn on a sixpence
Climb ten thousand feet in a few minutes
Dive at five hundred without the wings coming off
Carry eight machine guns
Hello Hunter Leader, Hunter Leader
Bandits approaching Beachy from southeast; angels one-five, over
Bandits are now about three to four miles south of Beachy
You should see them any minute; they’re down sun of you
Hello Hunter Leader, Hunter Leader; flight plan control calling
Can you see them? Can you see them?
A spitfire bird
A spitfire bird
See how the wheel and bank and glide: Perfect
All in one
Wings, body, tail – all in one
Someday, I’m going to create a plane that flew just like a bird
It isn’t exactly a bird I’m creating, is it?
At least it’s a curious odd bird
A bird that breaths fire and spits out death and destruction
A spitfire bird
A spitfire bird
Faster, always faster
What a strange looking machine
You can’t see a spit in the air without getting a kick out of it
Why it is like a bird
A spitfire bird
A spitfire bird
It’s tiring stretching out for something that’s just out of reach, but I’ll get it
After all, what I want isn’t as easy as all that
It’s gotta do four hundred miles an hour
Turn on a sixpence
Climb ten thousand feet in a few minutes
Dive at five hundred without the wings coming off
Carry eight machine guns
Hello Hunter Leader, Hunter Leader
Bandits approaching Beachy from southeast; angels one-five, over
Bandits are now about three to four miles south of Beachy
You should see them any minute; they’re down sun of you
Hello Hunter Leader, Hunter Leader; flight plan control calling
Can you see them? Can you see them?
A spitfire bird
A spitfire bird
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/9/2 - 11:23
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