RAF Pilots Songtext
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We fighter pilots fought
The German chaps in World War II
In Hurricanes and Spitfires
Performed feats of daring do
The finest British pilots
That the world could hope to have
Binky, Stinky, Squiffy
Frantisek, and Stanislav...!
The German chaps in World War II
In Hurricanes and Spitfires
Performed feats of daring do
The finest British pilots
That the world could hope to have
Binky, Stinky, Squiffy
Frantisek, and Stanislav...!
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
Ye-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 twenty two of them
Led the air attack
'Til finally the Luftwaffe
Hit me back! Oh no, pretty baby!
His plane on fire
Stuck in Colditz, such a shame to retire
Ye-e-eah!
Never forget this great man's 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...ooh, ooh...
Phew, he missed me!
Ahhh, ahh!
The Battle of Britain
Was our pilots' finest hour
Although it seemed at first
The Germans were the stronger power
Ooh, 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 story of heroics will forever endure
Woah-ye-e-eah!
So I think you'll find it's true
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed, by so many, to so few
Risking their necks?
That's right, some of the bravest men
Were Polish and Czech!
We like to fire
Beating Jerry, our one desire
Ye-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 twenty two of them
Led the air attack
'Til finally the Luftwaffe
Hit me back! Oh no, pretty baby!
His plane on fire
Stuck in Colditz, such a shame to retire
Ye-e-eah!
Never forget this great man's 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...ooh, ooh...
Phew, he missed me!
Ahhh, ahh!
The Battle of Britain
Was our pilots' finest hour
Although it seemed at first
The Germans were the stronger power
Ooh, 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 story of heroics will forever endure
Woah-ye-e-eah!
So I think you'll find it's true
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed, by so many, to so few
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