| 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 wheel blocks There's no time to waste Gathering speed As we head down the runway Got to 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, Won't 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 To come in behind them Move to their blind sides And firing again Bandits at 8 O'clock Move in behind us Ten Me-109s 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 Going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live Do or die, Won't you Run, live to fly, fly to live Aces high |
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