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I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
Straight up and down
I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
In a back street of the town.

I'd been drinking with this bird,
Said she was an exotic dancer\
But the way she was supping
I thought she was more a chancer.
I was quite surprised when
She handbagged me to the ground
Just because i'd suggested
It was time she bought a round.

She was a little upset,
Of that there was no doubt,
The boys all howled and laughed
As she kicked me on her way out,
And this guy at the bar
Helped me off the floor
So that near normal drinking
Could resume again once more.

So of course we sat chatting
This young guy and me
And he suggested another bar
That i just might like to see
So we're out on this lane where
I waved my wallet in the air
Just to prove I had the money
He said we'd need there

He makes a quick grab
As he smacks me on the nose
And like a scared rabbit
He's away off on his toes.
I chased him of course.
What did he expect?
What was surprising
Was what happened next.

He's hiding behind a car
And he's crying with fear;
I could hear his sobs
As i drew near.
I swear i didn't hurt him,
Not even one little whack,
Just stood there glaring until he
Handed those ill gotten gains back.

And then the lesson
Which needed to be taught
Beware of the anger of a squaddie
If you're daft enough to get caught;
So he made a contribution
Towards the next few drinks
Not exactly voluntarily
Now i come to think,

And I left him maybe regretting
Some loss of his meagre wealth
But at least when i left him
He still had  good health.
And we even toasted him
With the drinks his cash bought
Hoping he'd be a little wiser
From the lesson he'd been taught.

I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
Straight up and down
I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
In a back street of the town


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