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This war's an awful nuisance and it's all one fellow's fault
And now he's got it started it's too late to call a halt
We've so much to put up with that we call him awful names
For everything that happens
He's the man the public blames
We blame him for the sand bags that keep tripping up our feet
For imitation coppers in tin hats on every beat
Our air-raid wardens very blunt and simply too, too sweet
So it's just too bad for nasty Uncle Adolph
He's in for it now alright.
A friend said, “I've and air raid shelter, sand bags by the score
I've but some fairy lights around it
Can you guess what for?
They'll see the lights and bomb it while we're playing darts next door”
So it's just too bad for nasty Uncle Adolph
He's in for it now alright
It really is amazing how we hate that fellow's name
For everything that worries us
He has to take the blame
We're always out of petrol and we keep our headlights dim
So if the girl gets out and walks
We go on blaming him
We blame him for the lies that Goebbels tells of you and me
Announcements and news bulletins galore from BBC
And records of some chamber music opus 93
So it's just too bad for nasty Uncle Adolph
He's in for it now alright.
Since Goring started slimming he looks different on parade
The tuck from all his uniforms rig out the boys brigade
And now there isn't room for all his medals, I'm afraid
So it's just too bad for nasty Uncle Adolph
He's in for it now alright.
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