Jet fighters never die
Mikey was a little boy, he loved to watch the clouds
He was born to fly
Mikey joined the Navy, his father was quite proud
Mother never wanted it that way
He got into the cockpit and rose up in the sky
Set his sights on Beirut and he let his missles fly
Boom, Boom!
Jet fighters never die
I don't know, but I've been told
It's been said that God is dead
Jet fighters never cry, jet fighters never die
The General smoked a Cuban blunt
[Handled] by the Reds
Then he poured a glass of Scotch
and tallied up the dead
The fighter banked into the night, then he caught a Sam
He rose up into Heaven with Jesus in his hand
Scenery was so beautiful, could not believe his eyes
Then he spotted John Wayne, he knew he had arrived
Jesus interrupted him, he had something to tell
They had to speak with Allah, he sent them both to Hell!
Boom, boom!
Mikey era um garotinho
Ele amava olhar as nuvens
Ele nasceu pra voar
Mikey alistou-se na esquadra
Seu pai estava tão orgulhoso
Mãe nunca quis esse caminho
Ele teve que ir pra cabine
E catapultar pro alto do céu
Colocou sua mira em Beirute
Logo soltou seus mísseis pra voar
Boom, boom!
Guerreiros de jatos nunca morrem
Eu não sei mas eu fui avisado
Disseram que Deus morreu
Guerreiros de jatos nunca choram
Guerreiros de jatos nunca morrem
O general fumou um toco cubano
Enrolado manualmente pelos Vermelhos
Então ele entornou um copo de scotch
E exagerou o número de mortos
O guerreiro curvou dentro da noite
Então foi surpreendido por um SAM (*)
Ele subiu pro paraíso
Com Jesus na sua mão
Cenário era tão bonito
Não podia acreditar nos seus olhos
Então ele reconheceu John Wayne
Ele sabia que ele tinha chegado
Jesus interrompeu-o
Ele tinha algo a dizer
Eles tinham que falar com Allah
E ele mandou os dois pro inferno
Boom, boom!
