My husband's in Salonika, I wonder if he's dead I wonder if he knows he has a kid with a foxy head So right away, so right away So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
And when the war is over what will the slackers do? They'll be all around the soldiers for the loan of a bob or two. So right away, so right away So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
And when the war is over what will the soldiers do? They'll be walking around in a leg and a half and the slackers we'll have two So right away, so right away So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
They taxed our pound of butter, they taxed our ha'penny bun But still with all their taxes they can't beat the bloody Hun! So right away, so right away So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
They taxed the Coliseum, they taxed St. Mary's Hall Why don't they tax the Bobbies with their backs agin the wall. So right away, so right away So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
Now when the war is over what will the slackers do? For every kid in America, in Cork there will be two. So right away, so right away So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
For they takes us out to Blarney, they lays us on the grass They puts us in the family way and leaves us on our ass. So right away, so right away So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
There's lino in the parlour and in the kitchen too. There's a glass back chevonier that we got from Dicky Glue. So right away, so right away So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.
And, never marry a soldier, a sailor or a marine But keep your eye on the Sinn Fein boy with his yellow, white and green. So right away, so right away So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
