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David Guest

The Young 'uns
Language: English


The Young 'uns


When David Guest first wore a vest and sat on his nanny’s knee
He said ‘Nanny dear, it’s awful queer to live in luxury
Some boys have all the toys and other boys have none
It seems to be unfair to me - something must be done’

David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell
But when he lost his temper he really lost it well

David Guest was quickly blessed with his father’s tongue
And he would gob to every mob who did pass along
At nine years old and feeling bold he preached unto a throng
Of nursemaids who looked all amazed that something must be done

David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell
But when he lost his temper he really lost it well

Now David Guest was quickly best in every lesson read
Made Cambridge dons suck their thumbs and tug their beards with dread
He crossed the sea to Germany in 1931
He saw the Jews were being abused and something must be done

David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell
But when he lost his temper he really lost it well

So David Guest puffed out his chest and he did rant and rail
And for this deed and at great speed they sent him off to jail
When he returned how his tongue burned like something had begun
The pain he'd seen just made him keen that something must be done

David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell
But when he lost his temper he really lost it well
David Guest could hardly rest - it caused his mother pain
And though she begged David said ‘I must go to Spain.’ 
As the Ebro flows David knows the reason why we’ve come
‘When the world’s on fire you mustn’t tire - something must be done'

David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell
But when he lost his temper he really lost it well

David Guest shot through the chest by a sniper’s gun
And the earth was thin we laid him in on Hill 481
And those who heard his final words made sure to pass them on
‘Leave me still, get up the hill – something must be done’



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