Climbing high into the sun.
Here they come, zooming to meet our thunder,
At 'em boys, give 'er the gun!
Down we dive, spouting our flames from under,
Off with one hell of a roar.
We live in fame or go down in flames,
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!
II* Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder,
Sent it high into the blue.
Hands of men blasted the world assunder,
How they lived, God only knew!
Souls of men, dreaming of skies to conquer,
Gave us wings, ever to soar.
With scouts before and bombers galore,
Nothing will stop the U.S. Air Force!
III* Here's a toast to the host of those
who love the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we send a 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 those who boast
the U.S. Air Force!
IV* Off we go, into the wild sky yonder,
Keep your wings level and true.
If you live to be a grey-haired wonder,
Keep your nose out of the blue.
Flying men, guarding our nations borders,
We'll be there, followed by more.
In echelon, we carry on,
Nothing will stop the U.S. Air Force!