Music: The Ballad of the Green Berets
Fighting Harmon in the sky,
Will he live or will he die;
He's a man who must have his way
Wait a min aren't they all that way?
Golden wings upon his chest,
He believes he is the best;
Land the plane is the rule
But our Harmon is a fool
Every time he's allowed to fly
You can be sure someone will cry
Over the land or over the sea
His co-pilot I'd not want to be
He goes up and he comes down
But his commanders always frown
Where's your plane, they want to know
He points out that distant glow
But I came back, I am alive
So what if my plane took a dive?
Yes I've crashed a few planes in my day
But they keep lettin' me take 'em out to play
Soon no one will want to fly with me
That's a day I'm dreading you see
Cuz I've always known I will die alone
Crashing into the ground or into the foam