Victory

I stumble and I'm inYou fit me with those angels wingsSet me goSet me highSet it up, I'm in the skyThe storm is goneAnd the temperature's highAnd delight is diningAt my tableTill I think, how lucky we areAngel at my table, God in my carGet it at seaTake a shipI'd christen her victory she'd make itVictoryVictoryCome on boys, let's push it hardYou broke down, push your motor carCome on boys, you done us proudYou sweat till you mop it right off your browVictoryVictoryVictoryVictorySo the storm is goneAnd the temperature is highAnd delight is diningAt my tableTill the storm is goneAnd the temperature is highAnd delight is diningAt my tableTill the storm is goneAnd the temperature's highAnd delight is diningAt my table