THAT'S WHAT YOU JOLLY WELL GET
From the film "Thank Your Lucky Stars" (1943)
(Lyrics: Frank Loesser / Music: Arthur Schwartz)

Errol Flynn & Men's Chorus (Film Soundtrack) - 1943



I can see the question in your eyes
I can see the twitchin' of your ears
Now, it's not to be repeated, but, gentlemen, be seated
And I'll tell you where I've been for all these years

(If he's very nicely treated and we 'ave his toddy heated)
(He'll tell us where he's been for all these years)

I was out on the blue Pacific with a cruiser of the Fleet
Hoppin' over the side for me Saturday dip
(Go on, go on!)
When I noticed a Jap torpedo whizzin' by beneath my feet
Comin' lickety-split and headed for our ship
(Fancy that!)
So I stopped 'er with me left
And I turned 'er with me right
And I aimed 'er very careful
And I shoved with all me might
And I sank the sub what sent 'er
And I roared with righteous wrath
"That's what you jolly well get
That's what you jolly well get
Disturbin' me Saturday evenin' bath."

(Hooray!)
(He's won the war!)
(He's won the war!)
But I'm modest to the core
(Hooray!)
(He's won the war!)
(And though he's rather shy)
I'm terribly, terribly shy
(He will admit he's won the war)

I was captured around Benghazi by a Nazi regiment
After polishin' off 'alf a thousand or more
(He's barmy!)
And it took 'em two pairs of tanks
To drag me into the General's tent
Where they started to search the uniform I wore
(My word!)
When they took away my gun, I was pleasant as could be
But then they took a letter what my sweetheart wrote to me
So I bashed their bloomin' brains in
And I lived to tell the tale
That's what they jolly well get
That's what they jolly well get
For readin' a gentleman's private mail

(Hooray!)
(He's won the war!)
(He's won the war!)
And I won the one before
(Hooray!)
(He's won the war!)
I 'ates to tell the tale
(But give him a barrel of ale)
(And he'll admit he's won the war)

I was 'avin' me leave in London back in nineteen-forty-one
'Avin' breakfast in bed at a fancy address
(Oh yes?)
When a Jerry come by and dropped a bomb
What must'a weighed a ton
It was difficult to collect myself, I guess
(I should think!)
So to Croydon Field I ran
And I hopped a plane from there
Now, I couldn't tell who done it
There was thousands in the air
So I shot down all the blighters
And I told 'em all, "You see
That's what you jolly well get
That's what you jolly well get
For splashin' a gentleman's cup o' tea"

(Hooray!)
(He's saved the day!)
(He's saved the day!)
In my own quiet way
(Hooray!)
(He's saved the day!)
I always zips me lips
(But treat him to fish and chips)
(And he'll confess he's saved the day!)
(Hooray! Hooray!)
(He's won the war! He's won the war!)
(He's won the war! He's won the war!)
(This mighty conqueror!)
(Hooray! Hooray!)
(He's won the war!)
(So to this most heroic gent)
(We ought to erect a monument)
(And put it in Trafalgar Square)
(Where he can enjoy the open air)
(Hooray!)



(Contributed by Lou Rugani - The Music of the Stars (WLIP) - April 2012)