If you want to be a bird Why don't you try a little flying There's no denying It gets you high Why be shackled to your feet When you've got wings You haven't used yet Don't wait for heaven Get out and fly Just glide there Through the clear air Making figure eights Through the pearly gates Where the soul and the universe meet If you want to be a bird It won't take much To get you up there But when you come down Land on your feet Off we go into the wild blue yonder Flying high into the sun Off they roar, zooming to meet our thunder 'Attaboy, give 'em the gun Down we dive, spouting out flames from under Off with one helluva roar We live in fame, go down in flames But nothing can stop the Army Air Corps