– a bit more bitter Pathos .join in chorus
Bombed last night and bombed the night before,
Going to get bombed tonight if we never get bombed any more.
When we’re bombed we’re scared as we can be.
God strafe the bombing planes from High Germany.
They’re over us, they’re over us,
One shell hole for just the four of us.
Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us,
‘Cos one of us could fill it all alone.
Gassed last night and gassed the night before,
Going to get gassed tonight if we never get gassed any more.
When we’re gassed we’re sick as we can be,
‘Cos phosgene and mustard gas is much too much for me.
They’re warning us, they’re warning us,
One respirator for the four of us.
Thank your lucky stars that three of us can run,
So one of us can use it all alone.