Go see them Down South now They'll see you're Well looked after See a boy there Mournful and fair Works the tables To keep him in the share Don't say those words again, cause You've got the kind of nerve I like Don't say those words again, cause You've got the kind of nerve I like. Tell him no don't Mean he's lost her She was young then Things were stranger Say she's warm and Well looked after Though her heart's been Growing ever-colder Don't say those words again, cause You've got the kind of nerve I like Don't say those words again, cause You've got the kind of nerve I like. Though here the wind blows And winter's stone coat Has covered up all Sun and shelter She remembers How you held her On the warm floor Of the bunker Don't say those words again, cause You've got the kind of nerve I like Don't say those words again, cause You've got the kind of nerve I like.