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The birds fly a lot better than we do
See how they wheel and bank and glide (perfect)
And 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's always 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 gotta 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 angel's one to five, over
Bandits are now about three to four miles south of Beachy
You should see them any minute, they're now south of you
Hello, Hunter leader, Hunter leader
Flapper Control calling, can you see them? Can you see them?
A Spitfire bird
A Spitfire bird
