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