Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Bang, bang, bang, bang! goes the farmer's gun
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Missus telling
all the neighbours here today
Has written
home No records on the way
Everybody
had drown here the letter read
And excited
for this is what it says
Dear ma,
I’m feeling rather dumb
My washing
on the Siegfried line gun
Watching
Siegfried
Tell me That
Hitler fun
He left
behind the Siegfried line
I couldn’t
bring a little souvenir for Marie
‘cause I
met a German soldier who sent me back to Tipperary
Love from
your ever loving son
My washing
on the Siegfried line is done the monkey’s gun.
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A certain German Chancellor has lost his head
He's going to get a headache somewhere else instead! And he will be retiring very soon, To join a certain Kaiser down in doom! Adolf, you've bitten off much more than you can chew; Come on, hold your hand out, we're all fed up with you, gor blimey! Adolf, you toddle off, and all your Nazis too! Or you may get something to remind you of the old red white and blue! We're sick of all the muddle and the mess you've made, You've gone and stuck your fingers in the marmalade! So now you're going to get a big surprise, You're nothing but a basket full of lies! Adolf, you've bitten off much more than you can chew; Come on, hold your hand out, we're all fed up with you, gor blimey! Adolf, you toddle off, and all your Nazis too! Or you may get something to remind you of the old red white and blue! Adolf!
WE’RE
GONNA HANG OUT THE WASHING
ON
THE SIEGFRIED LINE
have you any dirty washing, mother dear?
WE’RE
GONNA HANG OUT THE WASHING
ON
THE SIEGFRIED LINE
‘cause the washing day is here.
whether the weather may be wet or fine
we'll just ride along without a care
WE’RE
GONNA HANG OUT THE WASHING
ON THE SIEGFRIED LINE
ON THE SIEGFRIED LINE
if that Siegfried line's still there.
Here We Go Again (This Time It's Gonna Be The Last Time
KISS ME
GOODNIGHT SERGEANT MAJOR
tuck me in my little wooden bed
we all love you sergeant major,
even when your neck grows rather red (‘when we hear
you bawling, show a leg)
don't forget to wake me in the morning
& bring me 'round a nice hot cup of tea
KISS ME
GOODNIGHT SERGEANT MAJOR
sergeant-Major be a mother to me
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