Us, and them
And after all were only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows its noz what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and down
But in the end its only round and round
Haven't you heard its a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
Theres room for you inside
I mean, theyre not gunna k** ya, so if you give em a quick short
Sharp, shock, they won't do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Dont cost nothing do they, eh?
Down and out
It can't be helped but theres a lot of it about
With, without
And wholl deny its what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, its a busy day
Ive got things on my mind
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died