We're prisoners of war on the isle of Hong Kong
And hoping to God that it won't last long
Cause it's a hell of a place to be
It's hard on the morale
In a bloomin' corral
For a man that's always been free
I've got the Hong Kong blues
And the soles are off my shoes
My uniform is one big ragged tear
I've got the Hong Kong blues
And I'm longing for some news
Of the Homeland and the ones who really care
As I sit and scoff my rice
And scratch the bloomin' lice
That are camping in my underwear
Sure I'd trade my very soul
For some baccy, for a roll
To sort of ease the gnawing hunger there
So I'll pull my belt in tighter
And I feel a whole lot lighter
As the time drags on from day to day
Oh the flies are here in hordes
And my bed is hardwood boards
That hurt my blasted bones no matter how I lay
Now I appreciate it fully
When they mix a can of bully
With my Chinese wedding cake
I'm so happy that I'm silly
When they nearly fill my belly
I'm almost scared I'll get a belly ache
Then I go and wander around
With my eyes upon the ground
It's an army game that's known as shooting snipes
I use a needle pointed stick
And I'm very very quick
I can spear a butt or to fill my pipe
Oh I'm hungry and I'm weary
And I don't feel very cheery
And I'm kind of sick of strife and blood
But I've got one big ambition
And if I'm ever in position
I will fight like hell to even up the score
I've got the Hong Kong Blues
And I long for steaks and chews
And I dream of eggs with golden yellow yolks
I've got those Hong Kong prison blues
Oh the smokes that I could use
If I could only write back home and tell the folks
So I think I'll end this little ditty
Cause it really ain't so pretty
And the thoughts and thinking wouldn't go so nice
My guts are all crawling
And I hear a Sergeant howling
"Come and get it. Don't forget it
Come and get your little bowl of rice"
