We fighter pilots
Fought the German chaps
In World War II


In Hurricanes and Spitfires
Performed feats of derring-do


The finest British pilots
That the world could hope to have

Binky! Stinky! Squiffy! Franstisek! And Stansislav!

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 Jerries' 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 Barder
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 22 of them
Led the air attack

Till finally the Luftwaffe
Hit me back! Oh no pretty baby


His plane on fire
Stuck in a cold
Such a shame to retire

Yeah yeah!

Never forget this great mans 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 dogfights in the sky
Outnumbered, that's why

We're now known by you
As The Few...
Phew, he missed me!


Ooooh, ahhh


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 !#@$ 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 life would be poorer
Yeah yeah!


Britain securer
Our stories of heroics will forever endure
Wow, yeah yeah!
So I think you'll find its true...


"Never in the field of human conflict,
was so much owed, by so many, to so few." - Winston Churchill