I stumble and I'm in
You fit me with those angel wings
Send me go
Send 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's 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