Glory, glory he’s a hero
Glory, glory he’s a hero
Glory, glory he’s a hero
Who flew for Uncle Sam

In the stately hall of columns, 1960 was the year
When young Francis Gary Powers stood before [bad word] bear
They were trying him for spying, o’er the Soviets he flew
In the famous plane U-2

Glory, glory he’s a hero
Glory, glory he’s a hero
Glory, glory he’s a hero
Who flew for Uncle Sam

Far across the foreign waters in the state USSR
O’er the Lubianka prison shines a bright foreboding star
In that godless land [bad word]  in that veil of endless tears
They gave him 10 long years!

Glory, glory he’s a hero
Glory, glory he’s a hero
Glory, glory he’s a hero
Who flew for Uncle Sam

In the future page of history, in the ages yet [bad word] When free men speak of their heroes, and the deeds that they have done
They will sing of Francis Powers and the famous plane he flew
For the great red, white and blue.

Glory, glory he’s a hero
Glory, glory he’s a hero
Glory, glory he’s a hero
Who flew for Uncle Sam