| Lyrics: | 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
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, fly to live, live to fly, 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.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in
again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, fly to live, live to fly, Aces high. |
