[Verse 1: Eric Bloom]
(Göring's on the phone from Freiburg)
Says: "Willie's done quite a job"
(Hitler's on the phone from Berlin)
Says: "I'm gonna make you a star"
My Captain Von Ondine is your next patrol
A flight of English bombers across the canal
After twelve they'll all be here
(I think you know the job!)
[Chorus: Eric Bloom]
They hung there dependent from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers are ripe and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die!
[Verse 2: Eric Bloom]
(In a G-load disaster from the rate of climb)
Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our side
(But there's no reward for failure), but death
So watch me in mirrors keep in the glide path
Get me through these radars, no, I cannot fail
While my great silver slugs are eager to feed
I can't fail, no, not now
(When twenty-five bombers wait ripe!)
(Göring's on the phone from Freiburg)
Says: "Willie's done quite a job"
(Hitler's on the phone from Berlin)
Says: "I'm gonna make you a star"
My Captain Von Ondine is your next patrol
A flight of English bombers across the canal
After twelve they'll all be here
(I think you know the job!)
[Chorus: Eric Bloom]
They hung there dependent from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers are ripe and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die!
[Verse 2: Eric Bloom]
(In a G-load disaster from the rate of climb)
Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our side
(But there's no reward for failure), but death
So watch me in mirrors keep in the glide path
Get me through these radars, no, I cannot fail
While my great silver slugs are eager to feed
I can't fail, no, not now
(When twenty-five bombers wait ripe!)
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