Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great [bad word] in

Now the pilot's heartbeat slows
Palms dry out
No questions only orders
And the F-1 glides in nose-up
Through the cloudbase and the ground crew cheers
As he puts down his landing gear

Hey boy you're a hero
Take this cigar
And back home in Cleveland

All the papers and the local TV stations
Will be calling your ma

And the farmer's wife
Shoos the cat off the chair
She says sit down my dear
Was the milking alright
Our American friends are late home tonight