(I want my
I want my
I want my 163!)


Now look at this, dweebs, here's the way you do it,
You beat the buffs up with a 163.
It ain't nuttin', here's the way you do it,
5K a minute, and the cannon's free.
Now it ain't nuttin', here's the way you do it,
Lemme tell ya, us Luftwaffe ain't dumb,
Tear up a squadron with a trigger finger,
Blow away escorts with a big fat thumb.

[Chorus]

Should'a stuck to strafin' them troop trains,
Should'a stuck to strafin' refugees!
Should'a stuck to 500 pounders,
Now this F-Stoff is dissolving me!


We used to fly them 109 Kilos,
Or Butcherbirds reachin' for the sun,
Had to get past shiny new Mustangs,
Thunderbolts and Lightnings weren't fun!
Now it's easy, climbing on the thunder,
Nothing catches us, the sky's our own.
Take your choice, you know there's always stragglers,
Just blow up two or three, then glide on home.


Should'a stuck to strafin' them troop trains,
Should'a stuck to strafin' refugees!
Should'a stuck to 500 pounders,
Now this F-Stoff is dissolving me!


You know it's tough when they're vulching your home base,
You know it's murder just to land the bird.
One little bounce, the Komet might just detonate!
That little bump could be the last you heard!
And when she stops, you climb out from the cockpit,
Chalk up your kills, fill the ammo bins,
And then you take off, reaching for the heavens,
Gonna blow them buffs away again!


Should'a stuck to strafin' them troop trains,
Should'a stuck to strafin' refugees!
Should'a stuck to 500 pounders,
Now this F-Stoff is dissolving me!

(I want my
I want my
I want my 163!)