AH-64 Apache
There’s a sound for which I yearn–
turbine’s whirl & a rotor churn!
Collective up & stick on-foward,
flying aroun’ like a little war lord;
Aye – Hch, Sixty – Four, Apache:
waitin’ to ambush my enemy.
Shot a Hellfire into a tank;
every (new) kill increase my rank.
Realed a TOW into a truck;
Lots of pretty colors when it blew up!
Bullet the blue sky–keep them rippin’
–enemies fallin’–keep ’em trippen’–
(They) call me in when things get bad;
enemies’ mom gets really sad.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust;
turn machinery into rust!
Aye – Hch, Sixty – Four, Apache:
waitin’ to ambush my enemy.