Текст песни F-111 - Cold Chisel

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 below

F-111, F-111
Take me to heaven every time we go, oh yeah

I 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 room

F-111, F-111
Take me to heaven every time we go
Every time we go, come on, take me

Here we go

I'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 fly

F-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 go

Thank you