@migu music@

Goering's on the phone to 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 here's your next patrol

A flight of English bombers across the canal

After twelve they'll all be here

I think you know the job

They hung there dependent from the sky

Like some heavy metal fruit

These bombers ripened ready to tilt

Must these Englishmen live that I might die

Must they live that I might die

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 the mirrors keep me on the glidepath

Get me through these radars no I cannot fail

When my great silver slugs are eager to feed

I can't fail no not now

When twenty five bombers wait ripe

They hung there dependent from the sky

Like some heavy metal fruit

These bombers ripened ready to tilt

Must these Englishmen live that I might die

Must they live that I might die

Me 262 prince of turbojet Junker's Jumo 004

Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout

And see these English planes go burn

Now will you be my witness how red were the skies

When the fortresses flew for the very last time

It was dark over Westphalia in April of '45

They hung there dependent from the sky

Like some heavy metal fruit

These bombers ripened ready to tilt

Must these Englishmen live that I might die

Must they live that I might die

Must these Englishmen live that I might die

Junkers Jumo 004

Repeat many times

Bombers at 12 o'clock high