Us and them,
And after all,
We're only ordinary men.
Me and you,
God only knows
It's not what we would choose to do.
'Forward!' he cried from the rear,
And the front ranks died.
The general sat, and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue,
And who knows which is which
And who is who?
Up and down,
And in the end,
it's only round and round, and round.
'Haven't you heard? It's a battle of words!'
The poster-bearer cried.
'Listen, son,' said the man with the gun.
'There's room for you inside.'
Down and out.
It can't be helped, but there's
a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny
it's what the fighting's all about.
'Ouf of the way! It's a busy day,
and I've got things on my mind!'
For want of the price
Of tea and a slice,
the old man died.
---Transition into instrumental 'Any Colour You Like'----
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