Fletcher Family Flying Circus lyrics

In our two wing aeroplane,

Doing tricks that look insane

To keep the peoples entertained

And leave them breathless.

Call us brave or slightly mad

Lawrence: I'm his son and he's me dad!

Reg: And I look really grand in plaid

But now I'm vestless!

Lawrence: Nice ad lib, Dad!

Reg: Thanks, son, I just roll with it.

Lawrence and Reg: Like you do!

It's the Fletcher Family Flying Circus

Doing aerial acrobatics in the atmosphere

High above the stress and strife,

There's nothing here to irk us;

Just a father and a son together,

Keepin' our heads above the weather,

I wish that we could do this every year!

Barrel rolls and loop-de-loops,

Buzzing that encounter group,

Doing the Charleston on the wing,

Yes! We'll try almost anything!

A dim old man, an English bunt,

A crazy Russian circus stunt,

A Cuban eight, an inverted spin,

All while wearing this foolish grin!

It's the Fletcher Family Flying Circus

Doing aerial acrobatics in the atmosphere

High above the stress and strife,

There's nothing here to irk us;

Just a father and a son together,

Keepin' our heads above the weather,

I wish that we could do this every year!

We're the Fletcher Family and we have no fear!