IN A LITTLE DUG-OUT
WWII Soldiers Song


In a little dug-out,
Way out upon the Blue,
In a little dug-out,
Ten miles south of Matru,
Every night you'll find me,
Tired out and worn,
Eating tins of bully,
And biscuits from night until the dawn,
Sleeping on some boxes,
A kit-bag for my head,
Fucking great big bombers overhead.
The toilet is a problem,
But the petrol does its work,
By a little dug-out,
Ten miles south of Matru.