It was an august morning on the western front
And the grass was the only thing moving 'cept the wind blown trumpet
In the hand of a dead man
Died like a virgin as it never had a chance to make a sound
Siggy Thompson's photo of the wife and kids was taken from the father who was blown to bits is that a hero's death
Well tell him now as he might not fell like joining

Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for
Let's have another one
Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for
Let's have another one

Daddy's head resting in a strawberry bed. What price his medal
When it's piecerd by lead
For what General said and the pension clerk shows a cold smile
While you're waiting
Ten thousand men died here today in mud with rats and sandbags were the only friend to those men in the end
What goods a poppy if your six months dying

Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for
Let's have another one
Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for
Let's have another one

It was an August morning 1942, young
Thompson was a member
Of a gun crew
Like the dad he never knew
It's all so bloody stupid like a deat- wish
Born for dying

Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for
Let's have another one
Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for
Let's have another one
Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for
Let's have another one
Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for
Let's have another one
Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for
Let's have another one
Oh! what a lovely war, what was it for

Let's have another one
Let's have another one
Let's have another one
Let's have another one
JUST LIKE THE OTHER ONE!