| When Johnny comes marching home again, hurah tada
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| He’s coming by bus or underground, hurah tada
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| The world no doubt will shed a tear
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| To see his face so beaten in fear
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| And it’s just around the corner
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| In the English civil war
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| Still at the stage of clubs and fists, hurah tada
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| When that well known face got beaten to bits, hurah tada
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| Your face was blue in the light of the screen
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| As we watched the speech of an animal scream
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| The new party army was marching
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| Right over our heads
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| There you are, ha ha, I told you so, hurah tada
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| Says everybody that we know, hurah tada
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| But who hid the radio under the stairs
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| And who got caught out on their unawares
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| When that new party army
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| Came marching right up the stairs
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| When Johnny comes marching home again, hurah tada
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| Nobody understands this can happen again, hurah tada
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| The sun is shining and the kids are shouting loud
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| But you’ve got to know it’s shining through a crack in the cloud
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| And the shadows keep on falling
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| When Johnny comes marching home
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| All the girls go oh
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| Get his coffin ready
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| 'Cause Johnny’s coming home |