As I sit in my armchair out in the Sun
Thinking ahead for the work to be done
Looking around all the chaps asleep in the heat
Our Airfield so quiet it is hard to beat
Suddenly we’re all awakened, by that shrill deafening sound
All on our feet and running around
Race to our aircraft, it’s another raid started
They will be here shortly my friends and I parted
Jump up into the cockpit, my Spitfire is ready
Look a cross the airfield see Mark, Jock and Teddy
We’re putting on Helmets, Goggles, ready to put on a show
Chocks away boys, I shouted to the mechanics below
My Aircraft my fiend starts up with a roar
Open the throttle down the runway we soar
Up to the skies ceiling we seem to go
And look down and see the enemy flying below
O k lads lets get them the wing commander screams in my radio
For God, King and Country let’s give a good show
We come out of the sun and surprise the Hun
Latch onto a straggler and open fire with my gun
Black puffs of smoke alight from the tail
Of his Messerschmitt plane and his engines wail
Get out, I shout to the pilot, who gives his stuck cockpit such a clout
But one big explosion has put his light s out
To my right I see Jock in a similar plight
Engines on fire but to my delight
He bails out safely, parachute billows out
Down he goes earthwards and to safety no doubt
The battle rages on ward\'s more planes are shot down
Enemy retreats out of ammo no doubt
Return to base, in my headphones I hear the Wing Commander shout
Thought Johnny Thunder is a nickname I have got
As a pilot I am average not really so hot
As I look at the Airfield carnage all around
Tomorrow could be different I could be Johnny underground.