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 engine, remove all the wheel blocks there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway, gotta get airborne before it's too late
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you run? Live to fly, fly to live
Aces high
Move into fire at the mainstream of bombers, let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them, move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at eight 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
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you run? Live to fly, fly to live
Aces high