Horrible Histories - The RAF Pilots Song | Текст песни

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We fighter pilots fought the German chaps in World War II
In Hurricanes and Spitfires
Performed feats of derring-do
The finest British pilots that the world could hope to have
Binky. Stinky. Squiffy. Franstisek. And Stansislav!
Hold fire, is that some foreign chaps risking their necks?
That's right, some of the bravest men were Polish and Czech
We like to fire
Beating Jerry our one desire
Y-e-e-eah!
All we do each night is pray
We'll live to fight another day
Take that, Hitler!
My name is Douglas Bader
Let me tell of my ordeal
Lost both legs in an accident
These ones are not real
(They're not real)
I left the Air Force after that
Flying was a hobby
But when war broke in '39
Came back just like Robbie
Shot down 22 of them
Led the air attack
Till finally the Luftwaffle hit me back!
Oh no, pretty baby
His plane is on fire
Stuck in Colditz
Such a shame to retire
Ye-e-eah!
Never forget this great mans story
And his role in Britain's glory
We flew in tough conditions
Lucky to survive five missions
Not that I'm complaining
But I've had just ten hours training
Epic dogfights in the sky
Outnumbered, that's why
We're now known by you as the few...
Phew, he missed me!
Ooooh, ahhhhh
The Battle of Britain was our pilots' finest hour
Although it seemed at first the Germans were the stronger power
(Oh, so strong)
We mustered all our courage in summer 1940
Scrambled Air Force squadrons to fly sortie after sortie
Saw Nazi invasion off just as airmen should
Our bravery meant Hitler wouldn't be back for good
No, no
We beat the Fuhrer
Without us frequent flyers
Your life would be poorer
Ye-e-eah!
Britain securer
Our stories of heroics will forever endure
Wow, yea-e-eah!
So I think you'll find its true...

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