Lying in bed with my girl from SussexnReading the writings of a man from KentnnAnd the earth in the garden gets blackernJust another war we saynnI’m the man from Surrey with a ground floor flatnAnd I know what happened before I was bornnnThe huns and the nips got uppy with blightynAnd tommy went out and beat them all homennRunning for breakfast with my call up formsnSeeing the sniper and the bullets in my armsnnAnd the great big bloke from platoon thirty twonIs calling me a poof and a stream of number two