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

The 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 lurve it when you talk sense to me

'specially when you say lurve and let lurve

I hear what your sayin'

I have in ma hand a piece o'paper that says let's make lurve, not this

phoney war thang

(we're goin' over the top)

Hah, you're so sexy when you're angry honey-child

(Roaming around in no-man's land and gettin' caught in your barbed wire

Hey 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 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!

-a