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In the Cold War sixties
before the wall came down
we'd listen the comrades
all the clock around.
A midnight shift was hard
cocooned on your own
logging down the Morse
clattering into each ‘phone.
Tethered to your set
every bone would ache
in a constant struggle
just to keep awake.
Sometimes we had a problem
which didn't ache too much
just a kind of sweat rash
we called operators crutch.
Wasn't really serious
but it didn't look right;
had one of the boys refused by
an Amsterdam lady of the night.
The hours were so long,
and when quiet such a drag
with just a short break
for a brew and a fag.
It took a certainly quality
to be a Special Op
in a work play cycle
that never seemed to stop;
some of the unsung heroes
helping to keep the peace
just longing for their leave
and a week or two's release.
We listened to the comrades
well aware that our cause
was to learn all we could
to avoid any sudden wars.
before the wall came down
we'd listen the comrades
all the clock around.
A midnight shift was hard
cocooned on your own
logging down the Morse
clattering into each ‘phone.
Tethered to your set
every bone would ache
in a constant struggle
just to keep awake.
Sometimes we had a problem
which didn't ache too much
just a kind of sweat rash
we called operators crutch.
Wasn't really serious
but it didn't look right;
had one of the boys refused by
an Amsterdam lady of the night.
The hours were so long,
and when quiet such a drag
with just a short break
for a brew and a fag.
It took a certainly quality
to be a Special Op
in a work play cycle
that never seemed to stop;
some of the unsung heroes
helping to keep the peace
just longing for their leave
and a week or two's release.
We listened to the comrades
well aware that our cause
was to learn all we could
to avoid any sudden wars.
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