Dear
>>19,I believe there to be a series of facts of which you are not aware. You are a ghastly wreck of a man, a real sorry failure. A desparate hanger-on to this ancient and worthy board. In the hope of rescuing this thread from the ignominy to which your verbal bludgeon has made to consign it, I present to you, and also to those musical literates capable of appreciating it, the lyrics, full, correct, and complete, of a song which requires no introduction. As you read it, I ask that you consider an earnest and faithful admission of your roal.
Finally, I dedicate this performance to Nikita Sadkov, of Lovsy Prospekt, the Motherland, East Wales. Without further ado:
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans
Once our victory is ultimately won
It was just those nasty Nazis who persuaded them to fight,
And their Beethoven and Bach are really far worse than their bite.
Let's be meek to them
And turn the other cheek to them
And try to bring out their latent sense of fun.
Let's give them full air parity,
And treat the rats with charity,
But don't let's be beastly to the Hun.
We must be kind and with an open mind
We must endeavour to find a way
To let the Germans know that when the war is over
They are not the ones who'll have to pay
We must be sweet
and tactful and discreet.
And when they've suffered defeat
We mustn't let them feel upset or ever get the feeling that we're cross with them or hate them
Our future policy must be to reinstate them
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans
When we've definitely got them on the run
We must treat them very kindly, as we would a valued friend
We might send them out some bishops
As a form of lease and lend
Let's be sweet to them and day by day repeat to them
That sterilization simply isn't done
Let's help the dirty swine again
to occupy the Rhine again
But don't let's be beastly to the Hun.
We must be just
And win their love and trust
And in addition we must be wise
and ask the conquered lands to join our hands to aid them
That would be a wonderful surprise
For many years they've been in floods of tears
Because the poor little dears
have been so wronged and only longed
to cheat the world, deplete the world and beat the world to blazes
This is the moment when we ought to sing their praises
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans
For you can't deprive a gangster of his gun
Though they've been a little naughty
To the Czechs and Poles and Dutch
I don't suppose those countries
really minded very much
Let's be free with them and share the BBC with them
We mustn't prevent them basking in the sun
Let's soften their defeat again,
and build their blasted fleet again,
but don't let's be beastly to the Hun.
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans
When the age of peace and plenty has begun
We must send them steel and oil and coal and everything they need
For their peaceable intentions can be always guaranteed
Let's employ with them
a sort of "strength through joy" with them
They're better than us at honest, manly fun
Let's let them feel they're swell again,
And bomb us all to hell again,
but don't let's be beastly to the Hun!