Lyrics & translations of Independence Day

Boom, the cherry bombs explode Blowing potholes in the road. Little bits of dynamite, Sure can give a guy a fright. One went off by Irving's mamma. Poor thing damn near had a trauma. God, what simpl

Stand, Navy, out to sea, Fight our battle cry; We'll never change our course, So vicious foe Steer shy-y-y-y. Roll out the TNT, Anchors Aweigh. Sail on to victory And sink their bones to Davy Jones,