The Spitfire We couldn't say it properly when we saw them in the sky. Us kids would run and point and shout Spiffeye, spiffeye, spiffeye. We hid under our desks in school each time there was a raid we would laugh and play the fool too young to be afraid when the raid was over we'd look up in the sky to spot the guys who'd saved us the Spiffeye, spiffeye, spiffeye. Now I'm living near the flight path of Pete Field and Shriever bases I don't know the names of these modern planes with their modern pilot aces But to honor every one of them as I watch them flying by you'll hear me quitely whispering Spiffeye, spiffeye, spiffeye.
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