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On the banks of the Elbe my love and I sat down to neck, 
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And he took out his ball-pen and he wrote me out of a cheque; 
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And he said, 'my little gretchen, how'd you like to make a wreck 
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Of the whole bloody universe, my darling?' 
 
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O, the banks they are rosy and market's doing fine. 
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The bulls and bears are pasturing from Wall Street to the Rhine. 
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The bombs are in the stockpile., only waiting for a sign 
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From my Johnny, lovely Johnny, with his ball-pens. 
 
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O, my heart is sad and lonely for the boys in shirts of brown, 
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And the lads who wore the blackshirts on the streets of Berlin town. 
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For they sere sure the boyos who could drag a country down, 
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O, me Johnny there was nothing that could beat 'em. 
 
Chorus
       C                       F              C 
O, the banks they are rosy and market's doing fine. 
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The bulls and bears are pasturing from Wall Street to the Rhine. 
    F                                 G7            C 
The bombs are in the stockpile., only waiting for a sign 
                F      C                G7   C 
From my Johnny, lovely Johnny, with his ball-pens. 
 
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O, they took my little Adolf, ay,and Hermann Göring too, 
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And Rudy Hess and Himmler that was loyal, brave and true. 
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They began the fight for freedom, but there's one will see it through 
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It's me Johnny, lovely Johnny, with his ball-pens. 
 
Chorus
       C                       F              C 
O, the banks they are rosy and market's doing fine. 
    F                                  G7                 C 
The bulls and bears are pasturing from Wall Street to the Rhine. 
    F                                 G7            C 
The bombs are in the stockpile., only waiting for a sign 
                F      C                G7   C 
From my Johnny, lovely Johnny, with his ball-pens. 
 
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There's a place they call the Congo, and it's full of heathen blacks 
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Who had the nerve to try and get the Belgians off their backs; 
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But gallant little Belgium up and gave them such a whack, 
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And my Johnny smiled and gently whispered freedom. 
 
Chorus
       C                       F              C 
O, the banks they are rosy and market's doing fine. 
    F                                  G7                 C 
The bulls and bears are pasturing from Wall Street to the Rhine. 
    F                                 G7            C 
The bombs are in the stockpile., only waiting for a sign 
                F      C                G7   C 
From my Johnny, lovely Johnny, with his ball-pens. 
 
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There's darling General Franco and the heirs of Syngman Rhee, 
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There's Battista (late of Cuba) and another two or three; 
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Each one a freedom-fighter and they love democracy, 
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And they're friendly, O so friendly with my Johnny! 
 
Chorus
       C                       F              C 
O, the banks they are rosy and market's doing fine. 
    F                                  G7                 C 
The bulls and bears are pasturing from Wall Street to the Rhine. 
    F                                 G7            C 
The bombs are in the stockpile., only waiting for a sign 
                F      C                G7   C 
From my Johnny, lovely Johnny, with his ball-pens.