Say fellas, 

 Do you remember when

We had an old friend you know perhaps

He used to holler “briefing chaps!”

He has left his mark on our memories,

This was a man who could fly, 

Soloed the Silver Dart!

 

Say fellas,

  I hear a sprog got airsick

Every time he took a look

At Mister West’s big flying book

Believe me, you gotta believe me,

And didn’t we hate to say “goodby”

But we’ll remember, yes we’ll remember,

Those days he led the Lynx in the sky.

 

Say fellas 

 Remember he’s a vet

Who went to keep the country free

The wings, the gongs, the AFC

They even gave the man the McKee

He was the best that he could be

He used to say,

 

 “Hey listen fellas,

Let’s go and stir our noses down inside a bucket of suds,

Molsons, Labatts or Buds”,

Believe me, ya gotta believe me,

And didn’t we hate to say “Goodby”,

But we’ll remember, yes we’ll remember,

Those days he led the Lynx in the sky.

 

But we’ll remember, yes we’ll remember,

Those days he led the Lynx in the sky …

 

Coda:

Oh boy, that man could fly.