We fighter pilots
Fought the German chaps
In World War II
In Hurricanes and Spitfires
Performed feats of derring-do
The finest British pilots
That the world could hope to have
Binky! Stinky! Squiffy! Franstisek! And Stansislav!
Pre-Chorus
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 Jerries' our one desire
Yeah yeah!
All we do each night is pray
We'll live to fight another day
Take That Hitler!
My name is Douglas Barder
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 22 of them
Led the air attack
Till finally the Luftwaffe
Hit me back! Oh no pretty baby
His plane on fire
Stuck in Colditz
Such a shame to retire
Yeah yeah!
Never forget this great mans 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
Phew, he missed me!
The Battle of Britain
Was our pilots' finest hour
Although it seemed at first
The Germans were the stronger power (Oh, 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
Yeah yeah!
Britain securer
Our stories of heroics will forever endure
Wow, yeah yeah!