Der Kanonen Song
Bertolt Brecht| Squaddies Song, una versione inglese "attualizzata" alle vicende... | |
| THE CANNON SONG John was all present and Jim was all there And Georgie was up for promotion Not that the Army gave a bugger who they were When confronting some heathen commotion The troops live under the cannon's thunder From Sind to Cooch Behar Moving from place to place When they come face to face With a different breed of fellow Whose skin is black or yellow they quick as winking chop them into beefsteak tartar Johnny found his whiskey too warm And Jimmy found the weather too balmy But Georgie took them both by the arm and said Don't ever "disappoint the Army" The troops live under the cannon's thunder From Sind to Cooch Behar Moving from place to place When they come face to face With a different breed of fellow Whose skin is black or yellow they quick as winking chop them into beefsteak tartar Johnny's a write-off and Jimmy is dead And Georgie was shot for looting But young men's blood goes on being red And the army goes ahead recruiting The troops live under the cannon's thunder From Sind to Cooch Behar Moving from place to place When they come face to face With a different breed of fellow Whose skin is black or yellow they quick as winking chop them into beefsteak tartar | SQUADDIES SONG 1. John was a squaddie and Jim was a toff And both of them behaved like wankers Georgie told the sergeant to fight off And he spent 20 days on jankers The British army Will make salami From Basra to Goose Green We'll help the foreigner To meet the coroner Brown or black or kaki1 A darkie is still a darkie Yourl can tell by the bodies where the squaddies have been 2. John got shot when they took Marrakesh And Jimmy got snubbed by the Argies Georgie got the shits in Bangladesh He couldn't take the onion bargies The British army Will make salami From Basra to Goose Green We'll help the foreigner To meet the coroner Brown or black or kaki1 A darkie is still a darkie Yourl can tell by the bodies where the squaddies have been 3. John is a goner and Jimmy is gone And Georgie's six foot under But their memories will linger on When the cannonballs roar like thunder The British army Will make salami From Basra to Goose Green We'll help the foreigner To meet the coroner Brown or black or kaki1 A darkie is still a darkie Yourl can tell by the bodies where the squaddies have been [1]Var. “Afghani or Iraqi” |
