Off we go -- into the wild blue yonder,
     Climbing high -- into the sun;
     Here they come -- zooming to meet our thunder,
     At 'em boys -- give 'er the gun!
     Down we dive -- spouting our flame from under,
     Off with one -- helluva roar!
     We live -- in fame
     Or go down -- in flame, HELL!
     Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps!

     Minds of men -- fashioned a crate of thunder,
     Sent it high -- into the blue;
     Hands of men -- blasted the world asunder;
     How they lived -- God only knows!
     Souls of men -- dreaming of skies to conquer;
     Gave us wings -- ever to soar,
     With scouts before
     And bombers galore, HELL!
     Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps!

  Chorus:

     Here's a toast to the host of those who love
     The vastness of the sky,
     To a friend -- we will send -- a message of
     His brother men who fly.
     We drink to those who gave their all of old --
     Then down we roar -- to score the rainbow pot of gold.
     A toast -- to the host of men we boast,
     The Army Air Corps!

     Off we go -- into the wild blue yonder,
     Keep the wings level and true;
     If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder
     Keep the nose out of the blue!
     Flying men guarding the nation's border,
     We'll be there, followed by more.
     In echelon -- we carry on. HELL!
     Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps!