Oh! What a Lovely War - Colonel Bagshot

It was an august morning on the western front

And the grass was the only thing moving 'cept the wind blown trumpet

In the hand of a dead man

Died like a virgin as it never had a chance to make a sound

Siggy Thompson’s photo of the wife and kids was taken from the father who was

blown to bits is that a hero’s death

Well tell him now as he might not fell like joining

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

Daddy’s head resting in a strawberry bed.

What price his medal

When it’s piecerd by lead

For what General said and the pension clerk shows a cold smile

While you’re waiting

Ten thousand men died here today in mud with rats and sandbags were the only

friend to those men in the end

What goods a poppy if your six months dying

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

It was an August morning 1942, young

Thompson was a member

Of a gun crew

Like the dad he never knew

It’s all so bloody stupid like a deat- wish

Born for dying

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

Oh!

what a lovely war, what was it for

Let’s have another one

Let’s have another one

Let’s have another one

Let’s have another one

JUST LIKE THE OTHER ONE!