Flying out of the sunAs you were, citizens.
The smell of toast is in the air
When there's a job to be done
The Flying Toasters will be there.
And it's flap! Flap! Flap!
Now help is on the way.
This vic'try song they sing:
We pop up to save the day
On mighty Toaster Wings!
In brightest day or After Dark
When times of trouble are at hand
The Flying Toasters set a spark
And hope is blazing 'cross the land!
And it's flap! Flap! Flap!
Salvation from above
A precious gift they bring:
Gleaming Angels of Love
On mi-ghty Toa-ster Wings!
SING-A-LONG TIME
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