He's flown the Foxtrot Five Echo
From Malaysia to Denmark and back
There ain't a fighter that flies in the sky
He's afraid of that he can't hack
He'll taxi up into your saddle
Turn on his Em Thirty Nine
He'll blow you to hell
With a twenty mike-mike shell
Safe up his guns and go home
They taught him to fly down in Texas
They sent him to Nellis air patch
I've got an airframe for you, it's called Tiger Two
And a plane ain't been built she can't match
They strapped his ass into the cockpit
Went out to fly ACT
Against an F-4, that smoke-makin whore
And the Phantom was flown by me
He butchered McDonnell's Phantom
With Sidewinders, cameras and guns
He laid on a tease and he called "if you please,
Check six pilot and you'll see that I've won"
He taxied up into my saddle
Turned on his Em Thirty Nine
He blew me to hell with a twenty mike-mike shell
Then safed up his guns and went home
Next morning at quarter to seven
They sent him to fight once again
Against a Foxtrot Fifteen, turns tight fast and mean
They said there's no way he can win
He sat up in the front quarter
At a fairly respectable range
Hit the disappear switch, rode out a deep six
And the Fox Fifteen went down in flames
He taxied up into the saddle
Turned on his Em Thirty Nine
Blew him to hell, with a twenty mike-mike shell
Safed up his guns and went home
He traveled all over the country
Worked with every jet fighter he found
He'd fight them he choose, not once did he lose
One day he flew it into the ground
He wanted to die as a legend
So he climbed it up seven miles high
He aimed it straight down, drove it into the ground
Screaming "That's how fighters should die"
He died with his G-suit and boots on
With a throttle and stick in his hand
He'd never been beat, by any fighter he'd meet
And the Fox Five had died with a man
He'll taxi up into your saddle
And turn on his Em Thirty Nine
He'll blow you to hell, with a twenty mike-mike shell
Safe up his guns and go home