It's five years next September and well do I remember
The call to arms and all that sort of thing
We kissed our wives and girlfriends and other people too
And "Hyakowed" to Jamaica prepared to die or do
Now in Japan we're waiting to hear the last all clear
And back we'll go to Canada to cream puffs, fags and beer
So roll on Stars and Stripes and British bulldog too
And let's go home God damnit I'm fed up and I'm through
"I'll never say Goodbye again" and "I'm dreaming of home"
And the government can go to hell before again I'll roam
