Victory

I stumble and I'm in

You fit me with those angel wings

Set me go

Set me high

Set it up, I'm in the sky

The storm is gone

And the temperature's high

And delight is dining

At my table

Till I think, how lucky we are

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

Victory

Come on boys, let's push it hard

You broke down, push your motor car

Come on boys, you done us proud

You sweat till you mop it right off your brow

Victory

Victory

Victory

Victory

So the storm is gone

And the temperature is high

And delight is dining

At my table

Till the storm is gone

And the temperature's high

And delight is dining

At my table