We were heroes them, and the girls were all pretty
And a uniform was a lucky charm
Bought you the key to the city
We used to dance the whole night through
While Al Bowlly sang, 'The Very Thought of You'
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
I gave my youth to King and country
Hard Times, hard hard times
Hostels and missions and dosser's soup lines
Can't close me eyes on a bench or a bed
For the sound of some battle raging in my head
Old friends, You lose so many