Spitfire

The birds fly a lot better than we do See how they wheel and bank and glide: Perfect All in one Wings, body, tail – all in one Someday, I’m going to create a plane that flew just like a bird It isn’t exactly a bird I’m creating, is it? At least it’s 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 You 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’s tiring 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 got to do four hundred miles an hour Turn on a sixpence Climb ten thousand feet in a few minutes Dive at five hundred without the wings coming off Carry eight machine guns Hello Hunter Leader, Hunter Leader Bandits approaching Beachy from southeast; angels one-five, over Bandits are now about three to four miles south of Beachy You should see them any minute; they’re down sun of you Hello Hunter Leader, Hunter Leader; Flapper Control calling Can you see them? Can you see them? A Spitfire bird A Spitfire bird