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