If you want to be a soldier, they will teach you how to drill,
Put a gun into your hands and teach you how to wound and kill,
Teach you how to use a bayonet, how to make the enemy run.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
When I first became a soldier, how me boots and buttons gleamed,
And the birds all gathered round me, just as I had always dreamed.
I'd learned how to bull me kit until it shone as bright as day.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
They taught me how to countermarch, and how to act upon parade,
But somehow they never taught me that I'd ever feel afraid,
But when we first had to fight, me guts they melted clean away.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
I learned that tarts who'd loved a soldier, when his buttons gleamed so bright,
Didn't want a shattered man who'd lost his limbs, or lost his sight.
Wounded men are only heroes in the movies that you see.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
Now I'm back in Civvy Street, I'll never go to war no more,
I learned that death comes very easy when the big guns start to roar,
I learned that medals on your chest don't feed you when you've got no job.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
It's blokes like us that have to fight, to face the bullets when they fly,
While politicians, safe at home, invent the reasons why you die.
When statesmen want another war, just let the bastards fight alone.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
We will stay safe here, at home !
Put a gun into your hands and teach you how to wound and kill,
Teach you how to use a bayonet, how to make the enemy run.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
When I first became a soldier, how me boots and buttons gleamed,
And the birds all gathered round me, just as I had always dreamed.
I'd learned how to bull me kit until it shone as bright as day.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
They taught me how to countermarch, and how to act upon parade,
But somehow they never taught me that I'd ever feel afraid,
But when we first had to fight, me guts they melted clean away.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
I learned that tarts who'd loved a soldier, when his buttons gleamed so bright,
Didn't want a shattered man who'd lost his limbs, or lost his sight.
Wounded men are only heroes in the movies that you see.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
Now I'm back in Civvy Street, I'll never go to war no more,
I learned that death comes very easy when the big guns start to roar,
I learned that medals on your chest don't feed you when you've got no job.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-ay.
It's blokes like us that have to fight, to face the bullets when they fly,
While politicians, safe at home, invent the reasons why you die.
When statesmen want another war, just let the bastards fight alone.
Tow-ri-ah the doodle-addy,
We will stay safe here, at home !
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/4/21 - 11:46
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Album “Morning”
Testo trovato sul Colin Wilkie’s Songbook