When [bad word] marching home again, hurrah, tala [bad word] by bus or undergound, hurrah, tala
woman’s eye will shed a tear
To see his face so beaten in fear
And it was just ‘round the corner in the English Civil War

It was still at the stage of clubs and fists, hurrah, tala
When that well-know face got beaten to bits, hurrah, tala
You face was blue in the light of the screen
As watched the speech of an animal scream
The new party army was marching right over our heads

All right

There you are, ha, ha, I told you so, hurrah, tala
Says everybody that we know, hurrah, tala
But who hid a radio under the stairs?
Who got caught out unawares?
When the new party army came marching right over our heads

Yeah, yeah, yeah

When [bad word] marching home again, hurrah, tala
Nobody understands it can happen again, hurrah, tala
The sun is shinning and the kids are shouting loud
But you gotta know it’s shinning thought a crack in the cloud
And the shadow keeps falling when [bad word] marching home