I stumble in and in
you fit me with those angel wings
send me gold, set me high
set it up till I’m in the sky
and the storm is gone
and the temperature’s high
and delight is dining at my table
till I think ha, ha, ha, how lucky we are
an angel at my table, God in my car
get it at sea, take a ship
I’d christen her ‘Victory’, she’d make it
Victory!
Come on boys let’s push it hard
you bump down push your motor car
come on boys you’ve done us proud
you sweat, dig, I’ll mop it right off your brow
Victory!
till the storm is gone
and the temperature’s high
and delight is dining at my table