There were ships, all shapes and sizes, scattered out along the bay
I thought I heard her calling as the steamer pulled away
The invaders must have seen them, as across the coast they filed
Standing firm between them, there lay Thunderchild
Moving swiftly through the waters, cannons blazing as she came
rose a mighty, metal warlord crashing down in sheets of flame
Sensing victory was nearing, thinking fortune must have smiled
people started cheering, "Come on Thunderchild"
Smashing ropes and crashing timbers, flashing heat rays pierced the deck
dashing hopes for our deliverance, as we watched the sinking wreck
With the smoke of battle clearing, over graves and waves defiled
slowly disappearing... "Farewell Thunderchild"