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