Letra
Dale: I'm lost, Aura. Nothing can save me now...
Flash!
A-ah!
Commander: General Gala, Flash Gordon approaching
General Gala: What do you mean, "Flash Gordon approaching?"
Commander: On a Hawkman rocket cicle. Shall I inform his majesty?
General Gala: Imbicile! The emperor will shoot you for corrupting his wedding with this news. Fire when Gordon's in range!
Flash!
A-ah!
General Gala: He's escaping, idiots! Despatch War Rocket Ajax to bring back his body!
Captain: Charge the boosters
Controller: Flash Gordon in range, captain
Captain: Fire!
Flash Gordon: Vultan! Our trap play worked! They'll follow me for sure!
Vultan: Good! Stand by, my Hawkmen!
Captain: Fire capacitators
Vultan: Ha-ha-ha! They're trying to flush you out!
Flash Gordon: Okay, let's go in after him
Vultan: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Good. They're coming through! Squadron forty!
Written by: Brian May
