LYRICS:

We fighter pilots fought the German chaps in World War II
In Hurricanes and Spitfires performed deeds of derring-do

The finest British pilots that the world could hope to have
Binky, Stinky, Squiffy, Františsek and Stanislaw.

Hold fire, is that some foreign chaps risking their necks?
That’s right, some of the bravest men were Polish and Czech.

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We like to fire, beating Jerry our one desire
Yeah, yeah.
All we do each night is pray we’ll live to fight another day
(Take that Hitler!)

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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 I 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.

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His reign of fire
Stuck in Colditz, such a shame to retire
Yeah, yeah.
Don't forget this great man’s story and his role in Britain’s glory.

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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
Oooh, ahhh (Phew, he missed me!)

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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!

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We beat the Führer
Without us frequent flyers your life would be poorer
Yeah, yeah.
Britain securer
Our story of heroics will forever endure
Woah, yeah!

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So I think you’ll find it’s true:

“Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few”