You must remember this
That flak don't always miss
And one of you may die.
The fundamental thing applies
As flak goes by...

And when the fighters come
You hope you're not the one
To tumble from the sky
The odds are always too damned high
As flak goes by...

110's and 210's knocking at your gate
Come on you jokers, come on kill that rate
And should a bomb hang, salvo don't wait
The target's passing by...

It's still the same old story
A tale that's too damned gory
Some brave men have to die
The odds are always high
As flak goes by.