Johnny Johnson feeling fit
Uniform and army kit
Johnny was a cam'ra fiend
Of that trip had often dreamed

Sweetheart crying at the pier
Said "I'm proud of you my dear"
Now you'll realize your dreams
Taking pictures of those scenes

Said John that's what I'll do
And I'll send them home to you

When I send you a picture of London
Then you'll know I've landed safely "Over There"
When I've send you a snapshot of Paris
You'll know I'm ready to do and dare (I'll do my share)

You'll know I'm thinking about you
When I send you my photo all alone
But when I send you a picture of Berlin
You'll know it's over, "Over There" [bad word] home

Sweetheart waving at the pier
Said I'm proud of you my dear
Dried her tears and heaved a sigh
Said [bad word] back, "bye and bye"

There are million at the pier more like him
Full of vim in fighting trim
Smiling when they sail away
Our debt to France they're glad to pay

We'll miss them all at home
But there's [bad word] in Johnny's poem.

When I send you a picture of London
Then you'll know I've landed safely "Over There"
When I've send you a snapshot of Paris
You'll know I'm ready to do and dare (I'll do my share)

You'll know I'm thinking about you
When I send you my photo all alone
But when I send you a picture of Berlin
You'll know it's over, "Over There" [bad word] home

When I send you a picture of London
Then you'll know I've landed safely "Over There"
When I've send you a snapshot of Paris
You'll know I'm ready to do and dare (I'll do my share)

You'll know I'm thinking about you
When I send you my photo all alone
But when I send you a picture of Berlin
You'll know it's over, "Over There" [bad word] home