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I never flew with Tony B. Or so my records say Lots of others flew with me In skies of blue and skies of gray.
I never sat on Number Two While he ran our Number One He never told me what to do Or commented how my dials all spun.
I never felt his Sergeant's glare That hid the twinkle in his eye I never flew with Grumpy Bear Who really knew that sky.
I never heard that gravel growl He might have aimed at me Nor felt the heat of his dark scowl That could make a Sukhoj flee.
Just one time was all we met Was almost ten years ago But what you see was what you get And what I got is what I know.
The truth for all of us, you see Cannot from us be hid I know I flew with Tony B As all of us always did.
We fliers are the grateful sons Of those that were like he And so where e'er the traffic runs We know we flew with Tony B.
And so we flew with Tony B Regardless where or when Someday it's true for you and me We'll fly with him again.
From California where the great fliers will always soar above us.