Lyrics:
Enola GayYou should have stayed at home yesterdayAh-ha words can't describeThe feeling and the way you liedThese games you playThey're going to end in more than tears some dayAh-ha Enola GayIt shouldn't ever have to end this wayIt's eight-fifteenAnd that's the time that it's always beenWe got your message on the radioConditions normal and you're coming homeEnola GayIs Mother proud of Little Boy todayAh-ha this kiss you giveIt's never ever going to fade awayEnola GayIt shouldn't ever have to end this wayAh-ha Enola GayIt shouldn't fade in our dreams awayIt's eight-fifteenAnd that's the time that it's always beenWe got your message on the radioConditions normal and you're coming homeEnola GayIs Mother proud of Little Boy todayAh-ha this kiss you giveIt's never ever going to fade away