Lyrics:

(Göring's on the phone from Freiburg)
Says: 'Willie's done quite a job'
(Hitler's on the phone from Berlin)
Says: 'I'm gonna make you a star'
My Captain Von Ondine here's your next patrol
A flight of English bombers across the canal
After twelve they'll all be here
(I think you know the job!)

They hung there dependent from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers are ripe and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die!

(In a G-load disaster from the rate of climb)
Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our side
(But there's no reward for failure), but death
So watch me in mirrors keep me on a glide path
Get me through these radars, no, I cannot fail
While my great silver slugs are eager to feed
I can't fail, no, not now
(When twenty-five bombers wait ripe!)

They hung there dependant from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers are ripe and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die!

(ME-262 prince of turbojet)
Junkers Jumo 004
(Blasts from clustered R4/M quartets in my snout)
And see these English planes go burn
Well, you be my witness, how red were the skies
When the fortresses flew for the very last time
It was dark over Westphalia
(In April of '45!)


They hung there dependant from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers are ripe and ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die!

Must these Englishmen live that I might die
(Junkers Jumo 004)
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
(Junkers Jumo 004)
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
(Junkers Jumo 004)
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
(Junkers Jumo 004)
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
(Junkers Jumo 004)
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
(Junkers Jumo 004)
(Bombers at 12 o'clock high)