John Edmond - The Whenve Song | Текст песни

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Whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, when when we...

When we cross the mighty Pungwe
The gooks were righty angry
When we caught them with their pants down on parade...
When we visited Chimoio
They weren't full of joy-o
'Cause we messed up all the killing plans they made...

When we flew beneath the radar
With the guts of Douglas Bader
When we dropped the fireworks at Westlands Farm...
When we popped into Lusaka
And made a quick departure
'Cause we weren't there to visit or to charm...

R:They don't forget their Poppy Day, the Battle of the Boyne
And many worthless anniversary
They don't forget their May Day, V-E and V-J Day
They don't forget so why in the hell should we?

When we crossed the world embargos
And we still got our cargos
Like Boeing 720s and the like...
When we got a note of thanks
For the great big Russian tanks
That we hijacked somewhere in the pale moonlight...

When we made our own munitions
And security inventions
When we sent the kids to school with gun in hand...
When we thought it's just a trifle
For a girl to tote a rifle
'Twas just a daily routine in our land...

R:They don't forget their Poppy Day, the Battle of the Boyne
And many worthless anniversary.
They don't forget their May Day, V-E and V-J Day
They don't forget so why in the hell should we?

When we buried trooper Brading
And did our last parading
When we moved the Troopie statue to the south...
When we joined the other nations
We retain associations
And suggest that any critic shut his mouth...

When we stop just to remember
On The 11th of November...
When we think of fallen comrades on that day...
When we think of all the sad times,
We think of all the glad times
Rhodesians never die - that's what they say!

R:They don't forget their Poppy Day, the Battle of the Boyne
And many worthless anniversary.
They don't forget their May Day, V-E and V-J Day
They don't forget so why in the hell should we?

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