There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble, we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming attack
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheelblocks, there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Gotta get airborne before it's too late
Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly Fly to live, do or die Want you run, live to fly Fly to live, aces high
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, spin 'round and come in behind them Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us Ten ME-109's out of the sun Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them Heading straight for them, I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly Fly to live, do or die Want you run, live to fly Fly to live, aces high