Attack!
Attack!
Follow my leading whistle
My beard is all a-bristle
I just sat on a thistle
Attack!
Attack!
And don't dare to look back
There's nothing here to see
Yeah, that was a good track
Attack!
Attack!
And don't dare to look back
There's nothing here to see
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
And don't dare to look back
There's nothing here to see
Attack!
I came here crawling on all fours
Through enemy territory
Got stuck in the barbed wire for weeks
The scene was really gory
And in the minefield I lost my sight
But I know where the way was leading
I brought you this letter
So please read it fast
For I am heav'ly bleeding
What's keeping him?
Alas and woe!
When she was here
I missed him so
He may be only skin and bones
His wounds may be quite gruesome
His skull may be cracked open
But we're still a lovely twosome
(Attack!)
(Attack!)
(Follow my leading whistle)
(My beard is all a-bristle)
(I just sat on a thistle)
(Attack!)
(Attack!)
(And don't dare to look back)
(There's nothing here to see)
(Yeah, that was a good track)
(I came here crawling on all fours)
(Through enemy territory)
(Got stuck in the barbed wire for weeks)
(The scene was really gory)
(And in the minefield I lost my sight)
(But I know where the way was leading)
(I brought you this letter)
(So please read it fast)
(For I am heav'ly bleeding)
He crept off in
The deepest night
They all thought him a traitor
But then - surprise - to save the day
He came back somewhat later
Now who would thought that
He would prove such a good friend?
Twist-Ending-Twist to the end
(He crept off in)
(The deepest night)
(They all thought him a traitor)
(Attack!)
(Attack!)
(And don't dare to look back)
(There's nothing here to see)
(Yeah, that was a good track)
(He may be only skin and bones)
(His wounds may be quite gruesome)
(His skull may be cracked open)
(But we're still a lovely twosome)
(There's nothing here to see)
(There's nothing here to see)
(There's nothing here to see)
(Attack!)

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