| Lyrics: | (Harris)
There goes the siren that warns of the air raifd
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 comming
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 heed down the runway
Gotta get
airborne before it's too late
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving,
going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
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 out spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press my
guns.
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, goin' again
Run, live to
fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high. |
