Letra de F-111
Thing called "F-111" (OK, a one two three four)My baby and me, we had a dream last night This fight near the holy city There was chatter on the HUD display Now they're trying to aim at me The afterburner shook us for the final dash We shoot across the night The needle was pushin' that clock toward five Our luck lit up the sky And Soviet dropped an A.G.M Silver seeds on the desert belowF-111, F-111 Take me to heaven every time we go, oh yeahI woke up in the morning with my heart in my mouth Put on my Fletcher Jones Sugar went blowin' through the morning tray Seems to have chills my bones Sugar waited on the drama for Another day at W.R.E Her teeth are wicked and her wings keep free Perfect symmetry And now we've got the time alone In the research office roomF-111, F-111 Take me to heaven every time we go Every time we go, come on, take meHere we goI'll keep my motor rollin' through Pin it to the table Check the morning printout And the program still looks stable I'd rather be up on the line And see your Stinger arm We can flyF-111, F-111 Take me to heaven every time we go, oh yeah F-111, F-111 Take me to heaven every time we go, oh, oh no, no, no(Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)F-111, F-111 Take me to heaven every time we go F-111, F-111 Take me to heaven every time we goThank you