Lyrics

Rollin' down that CRC Highway, wind rippin' through my hair, With a NASAMS locked and loaded, no one’s messin' with me there, SAM Controller callin' the command, whiskey bottle in my left, I'm guardin' this sky like a cowboy, 'cause freedom's all we got left.
Well it's missiles in the morning, Patriots at night, The Netherlands boys stand ready, keepin' targets in sight, SAM Allocator hummin', spinnin' signals through the air, You better think twice 'fore you mess with us out there.
Radar pingin' in the distance, that fire unit's on the go, Lockin' on to anything that's movin', buddy, friend or foe, We're the guardians of this kingdom, from the lowlands to the sky, Ain't no enemy flyin' over, not on my watch, not tonight.
Well it's missiles in the morning, Patriots at night, The Netherlands boys stand ready, keepin' targets in sight, SAM Allocator hummin', spinnin' signals through the air, You better think twice 'fore you mess with us out there.
From AOCS down to The Pale, and all across the plains, Our missile men stay standin' tall, deflectin' all the pain, We fight with steel and fire, no one dares to cross that line, This ain't no game of poker, and we're holdin' aces every time.
Through the night we keep on watchin', lurkin' deep in the unknown, Killing in the Mez, takin' shots, never missin', set in stone, One wrong move, you're in our sights, no escape, no last goodbyes, We ain't leavin' till it's over, fire rippin' through the skies.
Well it's missiles in the morning, Patriots at night, The Netherlands boys stand ready, keepin' targets in sight, SAM Allocator hummin', spinnin' signals through the air, You better think twice 'fore you mess with us out there.
So raise a glass to those who guard the skies each day, They’re fightin' for your freedom, the Dutch boys don’t play.