And parachute-chutes-chutes We're going up, up, up And coming down, down, down. for we're the soldiers of liberty. Some ride their gliders to the enemy. Others are sky paratroopers. 'Til all the guns of the foe are still. Airborne from skies of blue, We're coming through, Let's Go! Get all those gliders ready to attack today. For we'll be gone into the dawn, To fight them all the 82d way, hey! |