Didn’t we have more gravy in the thirtes Then Mister Hitler took it all away He’s a rotten sort, but then we had a thought Let’s all dress up as army men and take our gravy back again
I’d been taking kippers up to Maisie When Auntie Beeb announced we’re off to war Don’t you know I’d rather have a spot of how’s yer father But I had to get me gravy back upon the English shore
Didn’t we have a laugh with Auntie Gertrude She’s got the most stupendous bloomers in the town When all the Krauts were shootin’, we used them for parachutin’ And they made a marvelous bag for lootin’ when we hit the ground
Didn’t we do so well to beat the Fuhrer We bashed him on the bonce and ran away When he gave up the fight we made a flight back home to blighty And we all drank pints of gravy on the way HAVE A BANANA… WITH GRAVY.