If You Want To Be A Bird, Wild Blue Yonder - Holy Modal Rounders

If you want to be a bird

Why don’t you try a little flying

There’s no denying

It gets you high

Why be shackled to your feet

When you’ve got wings

You haven’t used yet

Don’t wait for heaven

Get out and fly

Just glide there

Through the clear air

Making figure eights

Through the pearly gates

Where the soul and the universe meet

If you want to be a bird

It won’t take much

To get you up there

But when you come down

Land on your feet

Off we go into the wild blue yonder

Flying high into the sun

Off they roar, zooming to meet our thunder

'Attaboy, give 'em the gun

Down we dive, spouting out flames from under

Off with one helluva roar

We live in fame, go down in flames

But nothing can stop the Army Air Corps