Charge

Ladysmith wants you forthwith

To come to her relief

Burn your briefs, you leave for France tonight

Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps

And set the captives free

But don't shoot till you see her big blue eyes

Then sound the charge—

Breathe your final breath

And charge into the valley of death

Cannon to the left and cannon to the right

They'll go bang bang bang all night

We'll fight them on the beaches

Yes, we'll fill'm full of lead

Fighting naked in the open air

We'll fight them in the kitchen, in the bathroom

In the garden shed

Fighting the good fight any-fighting-where

So sound the charge—

Breathe your final breath

And charge into the valley of death

Cannon to the left and cannon to the right

They'll go bang bang bang all night

There'll be a cannon to the left and cannon to the right

They'll go bang bang bang bang bang bang bang all night...

"Hey baby, I love it when you talk sense to me

Especially when you say 'live and let love'

I hear what you're saying...

I have in my hand a piece of paper

It says "Let's make love, not this phoney war-thang"

We going over the top -

You're so sexy when you're angry, honey-child"

"Roaming around in no man's land, I'm getting caught in your barbed wire

Baby baby, gonna set your village on fire..."

"Come into my parlour," said the spider to the fly

Come inside and make yourself at home

CHARGE—I'm gonna hit you where it hurts

CHARGE—So sound the red alert!

There'll be a cannon to the left...

...And a cannon to the right...

(The hills are alive with the sound of)

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

All night!