Do I hear what I think I'm hearing?
Do I see the signs I think I see?
Or is this just a fantasy?
Is it true that the beast is waking
Stirring in his restless sleep tonight
In the pale moonlight
In the grip of this cold December
You and I have reason to remember
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I don't sing
They blow their horns and march along
They drum their drums and look so strong
You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won't sing
Let's not look the other way
Taking a chance
'Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance
What's that sound, what's that dreadful rumble?
Won't somebody tell me what I hear?
In the distance but drawing near
Is it only a storm approaching?
All that thunder and the blinding light
In the winter night
In the grip of this cold December
You and I have reason to remember
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I don't sing
They blow their horns and march along
They drum their drums and look so strong
You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won't sing
Let's not look the other way
Taking a chance
'Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won't sing
Let's not look the other way
Taking a chance
'Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance(Chorus)
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
(spoken)
Stop it.
(Mike on Lead)
When every wanker's wound up tight,
frigid, fractious, and forthright,
the plebes plugged up with plebiscite,
Trim the trad, go troglodyte
(All)
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
(Mike)
When obligations grow obtuse,
New neckties nab you like a noose,
The clown, the cleric, the recluse
All crank the sluice on their caboose.
(All)
Something that you buried,
way down the estuary,
Sharp and incendiary,
locked in a box of lead I said.
(guitar solo)
(Mike)
Mr. Metro Moon, meek, mundane,
set sail on seas of cellophane
Mapped the mists of mauve membrane
Old friends all sang 'auf wiedersehn'.
It might be howling on all fours,
Or strolling naked out of doors,
Perhaps an herbal remedy,
Reminds the mind what holds the key.
(All)
Something that you buried,
way down the estuary,
Sharp and incendiary,
locked in a box of lead I said.
(Dave)
It's not forbidden to be what you are.
Dip into that great big cookie jar.
(Mike)
where it's always Boo Time
(All)
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
(Mike scat solo)
It's boo, it's boo, it's boo.
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, accordion, saxophone; Jian-vocals, drums; Mike-lead vocal,
electric guitar; Murray-vocals, shadow guitar,
bass)