The birds fly a lot better than we do See how they wheel and bank and fly (perfect) And all in one Wings, body, tail All in one
Someday I'm going to build a plane just like a bird
It isn't exactly a bird I'm creating, is it? At least a curious odd bird A bird that breathes fire and spits out death and destruction A spitfire bird
A spitfire bird
Faster, always faster What a strange looking machine 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 is tiring always 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 400 miles an hour Turn on a sixpence Climb ten thousand feet in a few minutes Dive at 500 without the wings coming off Carry eight machine guns
Hello, Hunter leader, Hunter leader Bandits approaching Beachy from Southeast angels one to five, over Bandits are now about three to four miles south of Beachy You should see them any minute, they're now south of you
Hello, Hunter leader, Hunter leader Flight plan control can you see them? Can you see them?
A spitfire bird
A spitfire bird
Compositor: John Samuelson (J Willgoose Esq) ECAD: Obra #10387635