I hop in my jet radios turned on
The tower they warn me, “stay off the lawn”

Ask permission to taxi
I get the green go
Glide down yankee
Mosey up bravo

I make a last minute run-up before I take off
Within 15 minutes I’m up in the loft

With three other Fighters
We get in formation
Preparing to fight
For our great nation

There is some threat, that might not be so kind
We don't know who, we can’t be benign

We find a lone learjet
Just lost off the coast
We guided him back
To a local tower host

We fly back to base and report what went down
Nothing went wrong, we made no frown

Most of the time some are just lost
Or the radios are down
But we have to be ready
For every call on the ground

We treat each scramble like we’re preventing an attack
Hoping each time that we will comeback