We fighter pilots fought the German chaps In World War II In hurricanes and spitfires Performed deeds of daring do The finest British pilots That the world could hope to have Binky, Stinky, Squiffy Frantiek 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 Gerry 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 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 'Till finally the Luftwaffe Hit me back Oh, no, pretty baby His plane on fire Stuck in Colditz, such a shame to retire Sim, sim 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 dog fights in the sky Outnumbered that's why We're now known by you As the few Ooh, ah (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 lives would be poorer Yeah, yeah Britain securer Our story of heroics will forever endure Woah, yeah