It hardly ever leaves my side.
I sling it on my back and I take it everywhere,
It even comes to bed at night.
It's been a real good pal to me I must confess
And helped me out of many a mess.
My sister had a lot of socks to mend,
So she gave me a fat bouncing baby to tend,
And when I felt it leaking at one end,
Well I did what I could with my gas mask.
I bought a farm because I like fresh air,
At milking time a try to do my share.
And when I found the bucket wasn't there
I did what I could with my gasmask.
The lady living next door, Mrs. Hicks
She heard the sirens blow one morn at ten to six.
She dashed outside in nothing but her nicks,
But she knew what to do with her gasmask.
By train I went for a very tiring ride,
There wasn't any corridor outside.
And when I felt the turning of the tide
Well I did what I could with my gasmask.
To see old Epstein's Adam in the nude
I once thought I'd go with my Aunt Ermintrude
And when she sniffed and said 'Uh!' how very rude
Still he knows what to do with his gas mask.
For years I've courted Anabella Price
And always found her just as cold as ice
Until one night the lass forgot her ma's advice
Then I did what I could with my gasmask.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/9/1 - 14:26
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