I stumble and I'm in You fit me with those angel wings Set me go Set me high Set it up while i'm in the sky But the storm is gone And the temperature's high And Delilah's dining At my table I think how lucky we are Angel at my table, God in my car Get it at sea Take a ship I'd christen her "Victory" She'd make it
Victory Victory
Come on boys Let's push it hard You bump down, push your motorcart Come on boys You done us proud The sweat, just mop it right off your brow
Victory Victory Victory Victory
So the storm is gone And the temperature's high And delilah's dining At my table
Till the storm is gone And the temperature's high And delilah's dining At my table