Will and Orv began petite:
A cycle shop in Dayton
Brothers thought that fame they'd meet
(Ambition escalatin')

Let us move away from this O-hi-o
To a Dixieland where the wind does blow
'Cus we've been innovatin' with toys and kites
We're gonna go craft little quirk of flight
We can show that Icarus was right
If we fly

Pistons gun, propellers go
In circular rotation
Now on this land where yuccas grow
We'll con-coct aviation

It's nineteen-o-three, time has come, you know
In the skies we'll play, reach a new plateau
Well we've got a somewhat deft device
Naught does she hover but gives great arise
And dunes under us become pint-size
If we fly

We'd taken a different direction than most people had yet
Our faulty designs we rejected, why, 'cus they weren't perfect
We came through this devoid of sutures
We nurture thoughts of air-lift
Just spent our time Kitty Hawkin' and gave the world a beaut gift

'Cus if we'd failed, were bound to meet
Kill Devil Hill frustration
But we succeeded, found replete
Airborne exhilaration

Won't you wish us luck, because here we go
For the wild blue yonder, it beckons so
Well, we've been singing of how with gay delight
We all got pitch and bank and yaw just right
Don't look down but now just hang on tight
If we fly
Some pow'r we thought we'd add to glide, worth a try
Yes somehow I think we may be Wright
If we fly