F-15 (cadence)

F-15 rolling down the strip,
Air Force jockey on a one way trip.

Mission top secret, destination unknown,
Don’t even know if he’s comin’ home.

Scorching the ground and the speed of sound,
Droppin’ that napalm all around.

Rippin’ through the sky at mach 2.2
Afterburner, I’m counting on you.

If that bogie screws with me,
He’s gonna rejoin his infantry.

America counts upon our crew,
Friendly skies are the Air Force blue.

Other version

F-15 rolling down the strip.
Eagle driver gonna take a little trip.
Rev it up, taxi down, count to four.
Push the throttle forward and hear the engines roar.
Thirty thousand feet and still climbing higher,
doin mach 2 with my hair on fire.
Took a look at my six and what did I see,
a MIG-29 comin' after me.
Pulled it up and rolled it left to his surprise,
should have seen the look in that bogie's eyes.
I got tone and let my missile fly,
blew that 29 right out of the sky.
when you see and Eagle driver he will say,
flying and fighting is the Air Force way!