Squadron leader to the boys
Let's turn and head for home
The war is over
We were few but we were not alone
Put on your demob suit
And lead the simple life
Tell stories of your glories
When you're free from your trouble and strife
Your Sunday dinner's burning
And the heads are turning
Come on in boy
Come on in
Come on in boy
Well give me one more drink
And the chance to sing
We fly in helicopters
Over sea and over ground
We fly in helicopters
We go up, and we come down
Squadron leader to the boys
Let's remember those old days
Once a year at the Bull & Bush
Through a rose-tinted haze
Put on your Sunday best and
Head for the re-union
Shout and yell about your hell
When you dodged the ack-ack communion
The wives are in the lounge
Pie-eyed and very loud
Come on in boys
Come on in
Come on in boys
Well give us one more drink
And the chance to sing
We fly in helicopters
Over sea and over ground
We fly in helicopters
We go up, and we come down
We fly in helicopters
Over sea and over ground
We fly in helicopters
We go up, and we come down
