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What the hell are we doing



Just sitting here



Amongst flying chairs



And spilling beer.



Pete and me



Set off on or own



For a quiet night 



In the American Zone.



 



Three Canadians



Joined us that night;



That was the cause 



Of the eventual fight.



They thought all Canuks



 French three Yanks said



One Canadian sadly,



Slowly shook his head



 



And very quickly



He replied back



He'd thought all Yanks



Were totally black.



That's the reason why



We're sitting here



Amongst flying chairs



 Glass and beer.



 



No room for the Brits to



Take part in this din



So we just sat there 



Taking every move in.



When the MPs come



To end this little affray



We'll all unite



And quickly run away.



 



Whatever the differences



All fighting stops



At the approach



Of the military cops.



Whatever the hangover



It can't make you feel as sick



As a hefty whack received



From an MP’s big night stick.



 



 




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