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| This Song is meant for older campers. Decide for yourself if it is appropriate for your younger campers or not. | |
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| Lyrics: | 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! (Give 'er the gun now!) Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, Off with one heckuva roar! We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey! Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force! 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 knew! Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer Gave us wings ever to soar. With scouts before and bombers galore, Hey! Nothing'll stop the US Air Force! Here's a toast to the host of those Who love the vastness of the sky, To a friend we 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's pot of gold. A toast to the host of men we boast, the US Air Force. Zoom! Off we go into the wild sky yonder, Keep the wings level and true! If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder, Keep your nose out of the blue! (Out of the blue, boy!) Flying men guarding the nation's border, We'll be there, followed by more, In echelon we carry on! Hey! Nothing'll stop the US Air Force! |
Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder Camping Song 
