[Intro]
Where are we going Mr Dawson?
Dunkirk, George. Gotta save our boys from those Nazi cunts
Alright Collins, let’s get some altitude so we don’t get jumped by those bastards again
And for good measure, let’s do the chant one more time
Roger that

[Verse 1]
First I met a French bloke as I tried to take a shit
Next thing that I knew the bombers soared down like some kites
Blowing men away with their aviator stunts
Then I realized, might not survivе, ‘cause Nazis are all cunts
A Nazi U-boat snuck and torpedoеd our Navy ship
Accidentally knocked out George, I had a shell shock fit
I told the old man to turn around, he don’t know when to quit
But he’ll never stop, he hates those Nazi cunty little shits
My Spitfire tore a new arse to that BF 109
Shooting krauts out of the sky it feels so damned divine
I’ll use every drop of fuel to pull my deadly little stunts
‘Cause our boys need help to leave Dunkirk, protect them from the cunts

[Chorus]
Oye! Oye!

[Verse 2]
Harry Styles has lost his mind, we’re drowning in this bog
The lads and him have all agreed to sacrifice the frog
We barely made it out alive, escaped the oily dump
Then the crashing plane turned oil to flame
‘Cause Nazi are all cunts
When we get home they’ll spit on us in the fucking street
Because by Nazi cunts we faced humiliating defeat
Rolls Royce Merlin engines indeed are the sweetest sound
Spitfires are so marvelous, hunt Nazi cunts like hounds
[Bridge]
Be careful with my friend or suffer an awful fate
Well, I hate to break it to you but, well, he’s dead mate
Georgie boy, he was killed by one of our own, trying to get men home
The real culprit’s the Nazi cunts for putting Cillian in a funk

[Outro]
My plane is out of fuel but I am going to stick around
To shoot more dive bombers, watch them crash into the ground
Then I’ll land right on the beach, get captured intentionally
Just to spit in their face, and give them a taste, and tell them that they’re cunts
Soon the world will know, we were struck a blow by cunty Nazi cunts