Left New York this morning early 
Traveling south so wide and high 
Sailing through the wide blue yonder 
It's that air mail special on the fly 

Listen to the motors humming 
She is streaking through the sky 
Like a bird that's flying homeward 
It's that air mail special on the fly 

Over plains and high dark mountains 
Over rivers deep and wide 
Carrying mail to California 
It's that air mail special on the fly 

Watch her circle for the landing 
Hear her moan and cough and sigh 
Now [bad word] down [bad word] 
It's that air mail special on the fly