It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black '44
When the [bad word] Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn
And the generals gave thanks
As the other ranks
Held back the enemy tanks for a while
And the Anzio bridghead was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives

And kind old King George sent mother a note
When he heard that father was gone
It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll
With gold leaf and all
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away
And my eyes still grow damp
To remember
That his majesty signed
With his [bad word] stamp

It was dark all around
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free
And no one survived from the Royal [bad word] They were all left behind
Most of them dead
The rest of them dying
And that's how the [bad word] Took my daddy from me