Слова:
Glenns Army

A-tisket, a-tasket A brown and yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommy On the way, I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped

Here we go again London is insane Confusion in my brain Here we go again Pleasure turns to pain A disposable refrain It's feeling very strange Here we

When whippoorwills call and evening is nigh I hurry to my Blue Heaven A turn to the right, a little white light Will lead me to my Blue Heaven I'll see

Over there, over there Send the word, send the word over there That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming The drums rum tumming everywhere So prepare