I never swore until this goddamned war
Twelve hour shifts and sirens all night long
I work a ten to ten alongside Iris
She tells me all about her escapades
Broad-minded lady, she had twins at twenty
She never married, she said two was plenty
She diagnosed me s**ual starvation
Read all about it in ma** observation
What you need now
Is a really good bad habit
Ask the war-sister
She's an old hat at it
I never smoked until this goddamned war
Sit in the torch-light, hear the gun-fire
I work a six to six and home to the private
He's got a week long leave, I don't think I'll survive it
He lights up into everything he sees
Me and our daughters sitting one, two, three
He burns his dinner and a week long ration
And this old waltz is going out of fashion
What you need now
Is a really good bad habit
Ask the war-sister
She's an old hat at it
I never drank until this goddamned war
A pommia, the strongest drink I know to order
On my day off I do the wash and black lead
Today I take the girls to see a show instead
And in the darkness of the Odeon I let it go
I yelled and cried when President Wilson's wife died
I reconcile to do the things I am accused of
Stop turning down every man like I am used to
What you need now
Is a really good bad habit
Ask the war-sister
She's an old hat at it