When Johnny comes marching home again, hoorah, tra-la
He's coming by bus or underground, hoorah, tra-la
A woman's eye will shed a tear
To see his face so beaten in fear
It was just around the corner in the English Civil War
It was still at the stage of clubs and fists, hoorah, tra-la
When that well-known face got beaten to bits, hoorah, tra-la
Your face was blue in the light of the screen
As we watched the speech of an animal scream
The new party army was marching right over our heads
There you are, ha ha, I told you so, hoorah, tra-la
Says everybody that we know, hoorah, tra-la
But who hid a radio under the stairs
And who got caught out on their unawares
New party army came marching right up the stairs
When Johnny comes marching home again, hoorah, tra-la
Nobody understands it can happen again, hoorah, tra-la
The sun is shining and the kids are shouting loud
But you gotta know it's shining through a crack in the cloud
And the shadows keep on falling when Johnny comes marching home
Get his coffin ready 'cos Johnny's coming home.
