| Me husband’s in Salonika, I wonder if he’s dead
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| I wonder if he knows he’s got a kid with a foxy head
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| So right away, so right away,
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| So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
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| Now when the war is over, what will the slackers do
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| They’ll be all around the soldiers for the loan of a bob or two
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| So right away, so right away,
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| So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
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| Now when the war is over, what will the soldiers do
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| They’ll be walking around on a leg and a half
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| And the slackers they’ll have two
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| So right away, so right away,
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| So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
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| They taxed our pound of butter; |
| they taxed our half-penny bun,
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| But still with all their taxes they can’t beat the bloody Hun
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| So right away, so right away,
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| So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
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| They taxed the Coliseum; |
| they taxed St. Mary’s Hall
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| Why don’t they tax the Bobbies with their backs against the wall
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| So right away, so right away,
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| So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy
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| Now when the war is over, what will the slackers do
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| For every kid in America in there will be two
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| So right away, so right away,
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| So right away Salonika, right away me soldier boy |