The weather's fine for flying
The fog has gone to bed
There's such good visibility
You can see victory ahead
Let's fill the air with Eagles
Let's fill the clouds with men
And we will see a world that's free

When we fly home again
Said the bombardier to the pilot
Well give us a little ride
The pilot said to the navigator
Why don't you slide inside
The navigator he looked around
And said to the engineer
Ah your hands are dirty
Your pants are dirty

You're dirty behind the ear
Said the bombardier to the gunner
Well how are we fixed for lead
The pilot said to the radioman

How's the weather ahead
Said the bombardier to the pilot
Hand us that pretty crate
5 degrees to the right'll make it
Just as sure as fate
The ship belonged to the bombardier
Who opened his little bag
He saw the target and locked the target
And suddenly (bombs away)
Said the bombardier to the pilot

Call it a day, and then
The pilot said to the radioman
Say we done it again
The weather's fine for flying
The fog has gone to bed
There's such good visibility
You can see victory ahead
Let's fill the air with Eagles
Let's fill the clouds with men
And we shall see a world that's free

When we fly home again
Let's fill the air with Eagles
Let's fill the clouds with men
And we will see a world that's free
When we fly home again