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