Dear Bombardier Lyrics

Dear Bombardier

Turning the battlefield grey to blonde

Meet Emily at the Cliffs of Dover

Hear Mr.K. say the war is over

And they all fall out

Yes,they all fall out

Over Operation Genoa

Operation Genoa

Dear Bombardier

If they shout "Glabrous!"are they wrong?

No military could ever conceive

Such millinery to quash the belief

That they all fall out

Yes,they all fall out

And it's Operation Genoa

In the Hundred-year room

A chair faces backwards

Battalions of spoons in vibrissas of slackers

Totally trapped and yet totally free

And that camouflage makes me easy to see

And they all fall out

A brand new Chapeau and I think I'm defeating

Emily's like "No!" She starts retreating

I madly leaf through the old chronicle

Every page-liberation loopholes

And they all fall out

FALL OUT!

Dear Bombardier

Put a Peruke on a coat of arms

Ebbinghaus Twin could you kindly refrain?

From wishing it was 1660 again

And they all fall out

Yes they all fall out

Over Operation Genoa.