Chorus
I'm An Rb Double A Bravo And I Fly The F-16
Better Than Sex And Mom's Apple Pie
It's The Neatest Little Jet You Ever Seen
It'll Kick The Shit Outta Foxbat, Fishbed, Flogger
What A Flyin' Machine
I'm An Rb Double A Bravo And I Fly The F-16
Verse 1
I Once Trapped At 6 A Fox-Five Echo At Seventeen Thousand Feet
He Was Loaded With 20 Millimeter And Aim-9 J And P
I Just Layed A Bat-Turn Down His Throat
And I Shot Him In The Two Front Teeth
And I heard him shout from the fireball :
"Curse You I Just Can't Stand The Heat!"
N.c.
So I Told Him To Get The Hell Out Of My Kitchen
Verse 2
Had A Little Friend Down In Southern Arizona
That Flew The Eagle Jet
Sent Me A Letter That Said "Come On Down,
I Got Something That You Ain't Seen Yet."
So I Kicked My Tires And I Lit My Fires
And Over Wickenburg We Met
And In 22 Seconds My Little Friend Calls Up And Says
"Hey, I Wanna Change The Bet"'
N.c.
So I Asked Him What It Felt Like To Be Number 2
Verse 3
Now There Ain't No Yarn About Flyin' And Fightin'
That's Done Without A Tomcat Tale
So I Took It Down To Miramar The Fourth Of July
I Got A Buddy There That Likes To Sail
Now The Weather Was Dogshit But We Went Anyway
To Hell With The Bloomin' Gale
He Never Seen Me But I Seen Him
And I Shot A Bunch Of Holes In His Tail
N.c.
Kind Of Made The Fur Fly On That Tomcat
Now If Ever Ivan Decides To Fight
And I Just Kinda Think He Will
I May Get A Chance To Show That Turkey
What It Means To Fly And Kill
Me And The Layman(?) Electric Jet
Are Probably Gonna Fit The Bill
We'll Run Him Down From Hell To Breakfast
And Kick His Ass For Grill
Chorus
I'm An Rb Double A Bravo And I Fly The F-16
Better Than Sex And Mom's Apple Pie
It's The Neatest Little Jet You Ever Seen
It'll Kick The Shit Outta Foxbat, Fishbed, Flogger
What A Flyin' Machine
I'm An Rb Double A Bravo And I Fly The F-16
