It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go. It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know. Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square, It's a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart lies there. 1. Up to mighty London came An Irish lad one day, All the streets were paved with gold, So everyone was gay! Singing songs of Picadilly, Strand, and Leicester Square, 'Til Paddy got excited and He shouted to them there: Refrain: 2. Paddy wrote a letter To his Irish Molly O', Saying, "Should you not receive it, Write and let me know! If I make mistakes in "spelling", Molly dear", said he, "Remember it's the pen, that's bad, Don't lay the blame on me". Refrain: 3. Molly wrote a neat reply To Irish Paddy O', Saying, "Mike Maloney wants To marry me, and so Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, Or you'll be to blame, For love har fairly drove me silly, Hoping you're the same!"
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here." The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die, I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I: O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away"; But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play, The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play, O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!" But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun; Here they come zooming to meet our thunder, At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun! (Give 'er the gun now!) Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, Off with one helluva(hell of a) roar! We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey! Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
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Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder, Sent it high into the blue; Hands of men blasted the world asunder; How they lived God only knew! (God only knew then!) Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer Gave us wings, ever to soar! With scouts before And bombers galore. Hey! Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
Bridge: "A Toast to the Host"
Here's a toast to the host Of those who love the vastness of the sky, To a friend we send a message of his brother men who fly. We drink to those who gave their all of old, Then down we roar to score the rainbow's pot of gold. A toast to the host of men we boast, the U.S. Air Force!
Zoom!
Off we go into the wild sky yonder, Keep the wings level and true; If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder Keep the nose out of the blue! (Out of the blue, boy!) Flying men, guarding the nation's border, We'll be there, followed by more! In echelon we carry on. Hey! Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
少し違うけど、こんなのはありました。 以下転載。HP作者様ｺﾞﾒﾝﾅｻｲ!! -------------------------------- When der Fuhrer says: 総統閣下は言ったとさ We is de Master race, 我々ハ優良民族デアル！ We Heil? Heil? 万歳？ ハイル？ Right in the Fuhrer's face あの総統閣下のお顔を Not to love the Fuhrer 好きになるなんて勘弁だね Is a great disgrace, まったく大層な赤っ恥 So we Heil? Heil? それで万歳？ ハイル？ Right in the Fuhrer's face. あの総統閣下のお顔でねぇ
When Herr Goebbels says: ヘル・ゲッベルスは言ったとさ We own the world and space, 我々ハ世界ト宇宙ヲ支配スル！ We Heil? Heil? 万歳？ ハイル？ Right in Herr Goebbels' face あのヘル・ゲッベルスのお顔でさ When Herr Goring says: ヘル・ゲーリングは言ったとさ He'll never bomb this place, 彼ラハココヲ爆撃デキナイデアロウ！ We Heil? Heil? 万歳？ ハイル？ Right in Herr Goring's face. あのヘル・ゲーリングのお顔でね
ドイツ軍歌で好きなのは Stuka-Lied, Elika, 70Milionen, Vorwaerts，Vorwaerts! Unser Rommel, SA Marschiert, Kampflied dea SA, Sieg Heil Viktoria Lied der Panzergrenadiere, Edith heisst sie, Singend wollen wir marschieren
Mama and papa were layin' in bed Mama and papa were layin' in bed Mama rolled over, this is what she said Mama rolled over, this is what she said Give me some Give me some Give me some Give me some PT PT PT PT Good for you Good for you Good for me Good for me Mmm, good Mmm, good
Up in the morning to the rising sun Up in the morning to the rising sun Gonna run all day till the running's done Gonna run all day till the running's done
Ho Chi Minh is a son of a bitch Ho Chi Minh is a son of a bitch Got the blue balls, crabs and the seven-year itch Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year itch
I don't want no teenage queen I don't want no teenage queen I just want my M-14 I just want my M-14
If I die in the combat zone If I die in the combat zone Box me up and ship me home Box me up and ship me home
Pin my medals upon my chest Pin my medals upon my chest Tell my mom I done my best Tell my mom I done my best
Tiens voila du boudin voila du boudin voila du boudin Pour les Alsaciens les Suuisses et les Lorrains Pour les Belgesyen's a plus cesont des tireurs au cul pour les Belgesyen's a plus pour les Belgesyen's a plus ce sont des tireurs au cul Au tonkin la legion immortelle A tuyen quang illustra notre drapeau heros de camerome et Freres modeles Dormez en paix dansvostombeaux
♪Relax,don`t do it!(オマ○コ緩めんなよ！) ♪When you want to suck it!(チ○ポ吸い込みたいんならオマ○コ緩めんなよ！) ♪Relax,don`t do it!(オマ○コ緩めんなよ！) ♪When you want to come！!(イキたいんならオマ○コ緩めんなよ！)