Interpret:

Kinks, The

Album:

Arthur (or the declined fall of the British empire

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 
'Cos 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 an 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