I'm an American, boys, and [bad word] a long way
I was born and bred in the USA
So listen up close, I've get something to say
Boys, I'm buying this round
Well it took a little while but we're in this fight
And we ain't going home 'til we've done what's right
We're gonna drink Camden Town dry tonight
If I have to spend my last pound
When I first got to London it was pourin' down rain
Met a little girl in the field canteen
Painted her name on the nose of my plane
Six more missions I'm gone
Well I asked if I could stay and she said that I might
Then the warden came around yelling "shut out the lights"
Death rainin' out of the London night
We made love 'til dawn

But when [bad word] [bad word] marching home
With a chest full of medals and a G.l. loan
They'll be waitin' at the station down in San Antone
When [bad word] marching home

MY P-47 is a pretty good ship
And she took a [bad word] cross the Channel last trip
I was thinking 'bout my baby and letting her rip
Always got me through so far
Well they can ship me all over this great big world
But I'll never find nothing like my North End girl
I'm taking her home with me one day, sir
Soon as we win this war

Now my granddaddy sang me this song
Told me about Londen when the Blitz was on
How he married Grandma and brought her back home
hero throughout his land
Now I'm standing on [bad word] in San Diego
couple Purple Hearts and I move a little slow
There's nobody here, maybe nobody knows
About a place called Vietnam