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

Got to get airborne before it's too late

Rolling, turning, diving, going in again

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers

Let off a sharp burst and then turn away

Roll over, spin 'round to 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

Rolling, turning, diving (doing it again)