Text: Kinks. Mr. Churchill Says.

Well, Mr. Churchill says, Mr. Churchill says
"We gotta fight the bloody battle to the very end"
Mr. Beaverbrook says, "We gotta save our tin
And all the garden gates
And empty cans are gonna make us win"

We shall defend our island
On the land and on the sea
We shall fight them on the beaches
On the hills and in the fields
We shall fight them in the streets

Never in the field of human conflict
Was so much owed to so few
'Cause they have made our British Empire
A better place for me and you
And this was their finest hour

Well, Mr. Montgomery says and Mr. Mountbatten says
"We gotta fight the bloody battle to the very end"
As Vera Lynn would say, "We'll meet again someday
But all the sacrifices we must make before the end"

Did you hear that plane flying overhead?
There's a house on fire and there's someone lying dead
We gotta clean up the streets
And get me back on my feet because we wanna be free
Do your worst and we'll do our best

We're gonna win the way that Mr. Churchill says
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, well Mr. Churchill says
"We gotta hold up our chins
We gotta show some courage and some discipline
We gotta black up the windows and nail up the doors
And keep right on till the end of the war"