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 'til 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 'em 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... "Baby baby, I love the way you talk sense to me Especially when you say 'Neil, you got love' I hear what you're saying... I have in my hand a piece of paper that says "Let's make lurrve, not this phoney war-thang" We goin' over the top - But you're so sexy when you're angry, honey-chile" "Roamin' around in no man's land, gettin' 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!