Rattle, sputter, crackle and stutter
Lewis guns and Brens all around
Bofors, mortars, ack-ack barrage
Help to swell the hellish sound
Overhead the Nippons war planes
Fill the sky with angry roars
Lie down flat you silly bleeders
This is what the world calls war
Men upon their bellies creeping
Through the rubber and the palm
Hungry dry bereft of sleeping
Knowing not a moments calm
Wading through marsh and swampland
Clothing stiff with mud and gore
On they go these helpless victims
Victims of the Gods of war
All around the men are dying
Fathers, brothers, husbands, sons
Some are dead and some are dying
Victims all of bombs and guns
Gasping groaning crying and moaning
Is this nature in the raw
No it's simply bloody murder
History books just call it war
Bleached and bloated stinking corpses
Lie unburied all around
Ants and flies and loathsome maggots
Use them for a breeding ground
They have died to save an Empire
Don't for God's sake ask what for
They were simply slain and butchered
In a Democratic war
While at home in Sendens (?) clubland
See ticker tapes flash in
Sharp declines united rubber
Down 10 points Malayan tin
Damn it I shall lose a packet
Lucky I've got plenty more
Waiter bring a double brandy
Yes! My Master this is war
