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DOWN IN RUHR VALLEY

This to a RESTRICTED publication. Please do not leave it about carelessly on tops of various bars, pianos, etc. however when the time and place is right, sing these songs with all your might.” Okay - Now'a  one’a and a two'a.

DOWN IN RUHR VALLEY
(Tune: Birmingham Jail)

Down in Ruhr Valley, flying so low
Some chair-borne bastard said we must go.
Flak loves big bombers, fighters do too,
P-51 boys, what’s happened to you?
Write me a letter, send it to me
Send it in care of Stalag Luft Three.

 THERE’S A FORTRESS LEAVING CALAIS
(Tune: Bless Them all)

They say there’s a Fortress just leaving Calais
bound for the Limey shore.
It’s heavily laden with petrified men
and stiffs who are laid on the floor.
There’s many a Heinkel made many a pass,
I saw many a Messerschmitt fall.
They shot off our bolics, shot up our hydraulics,
but cheer up my lads
Bless ‘em all
Chorus:
Bless ‘em all... .Bless ‘em all...
the long and the short and the tall.
Bless all the Blondies and all the brunettes,
each airman is happy to take what he gets,
so we’re giving the eye to them all.
To those who attract and appall,
each Sally and Susie you can’t be too choosy,
so cheer up my lads, Bless ‘em all!
With six QDM’s and some bloody good luck,
we made the Limey shore.
The cloud was eleven-tenths right on the deck,
and tried bloody hard to be more.
They dug up a windmill and six thatch-roofed shacks,
when they tracked us back to landfall.
There’ll be no promotion this side of the ocean,
so cheer up my lads, Bless ‘em all.

OH HOW THE MONEY ROLLS IN
(Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean)

My mother makes snow for the snowbirds,
my father makes synthetic gin,
My sister sells love for a living,
My God how the money rolls in.
Chorus:
Rolls in, Rolls in, My God, how the money rolls in,
Rolls in. Rolls in, Rolls in, My God how the money rolls in.

My Uncle is a poor missionary,
He saves little girlies from sin.
He’ll save you a blond for five dollars.
My God how the money rolls in.
(Chorus again).

I’ve tried out that snow for the snow-birds,
I’ve tried out that synthetic gin,
I’ve tried out that love for five dollars.
My God, what a shape I m in.
Chorus: (One more time)

 

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