Off we go -- into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high -- into the sun; Here they come -- zooming to meet our thunder, At 'em boys -- give 'er the gun! Down we dive -- spouting our flame from under, Off with one -- helluva roar! We live -- in fame Or go down -- in flame, HELL! Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps! Minds of men -- fashioned a crate of thunder, Sent it high -- into the blue; Hands of men -- blasted the world asunder; How they lived -- God only knows! Souls of men -- dreaming of skies to conquer; Gave us wings -- ever to soar, With scouts before And bombers galore, HELL! Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps! Chorus: Here's a toast to the host of those who love The vastness of the sky, To a friend -- we will send -- a message of His brother men who fly. We drink to those who gave their all of old -- Then down we roar -- to score the rainbow pot of gold. A toast -- to the host of men we boast, The Army Air Corps! Off we go -- into the wild blue yonder, Keep the wings level and true; If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder Keep the nose out of the blue! Flying men guarding the nation's border, We'll be there, followed by more. In echelon -- we carry on. HELL! Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps!

It is no longer called the "Army Air Corps". It is now called the "Army Air Force."