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
yeah, yeah
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