White wing,
You’re a summertime.
White wing, you’re a summer time.
You can’t fly, but you get around.
You can’t fly, go down.

Red wing,
You’re another kind,
You’re always running out of time,
And you know why,
You all broke down, broke down.
You can’t fly, no.

But tell me,
When the stars are brightly shining,
Ah, don’t your hair hang on down?
Well, does your daddy mind,
All night long?

Ooh, Lady Spring,
You’re a crooked line.
Lady Spring, you’re a crooked line.
Now, you can’t fly,
Might as well lie down.
If it won’t fly, well, burn it down.

[Instrumental]

White wing,
You’re a summertime.
You ain’t no friend of mine,
You can’t fly, bye-bye (bye-bye), burn it down.
You can’t fly, no, burn it down.

You can’t fly, burn it down.
If it won’t fly, burn it down.
Go down.