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