A sailor is a guy they call a Tar,

A Tar's a guy who sails the seas afar;

But listen all you country boys

If ever you come to town

And if you want some pips up or a star,

Pick out the aviation

When you put your moniker down.

Wings over the Navy, Wings over the sea,

We're top o' the service, 

The Navy's cavalry,

High over the ocean, Flying wide and free,

The soldiers, sailors and marines

Are demons at pinching all the scenes,

Or posing in the magazines,

But we're the Navy's eyes,

The Adm'rals fi-re-flies,

We're sky high ridin' ae-ro-nau-ti-cal guys,

Wings over the Navy,

Sailing the seven skies.

Repeat

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