Lying in bed with my girl from Sussex
Reading the writings of a man from Kent
And the Earth in the garden gets blacker
Just another war we say
I'm the man from Surrey with a ground-floor flat
And I know what happened before I was born
The huns and the nips got uppy with blighty
And Tommy went out and beat them all home
Running for breakfast with my call-up forms
Seeing the sniper and the bullets in my arms
And the great big bloke from platoon thirty-two
Is calling me a poof and a stream of number two
So I lie in bed with my girl from Sussex
And read the writings of a man from Kent
And the Earth in the garden gets blacker
It's another war we say
There is no more to war than cor lummie, Sarge
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