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.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving.
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
(Wont 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 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.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving.
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
(Wont you)
Run, live to fly, fly to live. Aces High.
compositores: Stephen Percy Harris
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