Strike Eagle

Strike Eagle

Strike Eagle, Strike Eagle, they call me by name
I bomb the hell outta Goldwater Range
I fly o'er the mountains, I fly o'er the sea
Ain't no combat airplane as deadly as me

One day I was bombing on range number four
When up jumped a lawn dart attempting to score
I leaped out in front like I was winning the race
Sucked him up into gun range, and high-dragged his face

Oh, the luckiest people, so I have been told
Are F-15 pilots growing older and bold
The Eagle has been here since 71
And nobody wants to leave me, 'cause I'm too much fun

All other airplanes are jealous of me
'Cause I wrote the book for combat PhDs
I was a fourth degree genius the day I was born
And some aviators say I got a mind of my own

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