Here come the enemy two by two 

The Italians and the Germans too

They’re our very own POWs

All on a Saturday teatime 

 

Here comes Heimlich, tall and thin

He’s got a little limp where the bullet went in

Scared for his family in Berlin

All on a Saturday tea time

 

Mrs Mitchell at number seventeen

Salvation Army tambourine

Heimlich says she his coal queen

All on a Saturday tea time

 

And he’s Giuseppe he’s short and fat

He got caught by the Desert Rats

He always waves his arms like that

All on a Saturday tea time

 

The O’Briens at number 21

Treat Giuseppe like a long lost son

Feed him up to the very last crumb

All on a Saturday tea time

 

And here in the middle we’re closing ranks

My dad says we’re being out flanked

It’s a pincer move without the tanks

All on a Saturday tea time

 

And what would Mr Churchill say

If he saw the state of things today

We’’ll tell him it’s the Ollerton Way

All on a Saturday tea time

 

And I hope our own boys and the yanks

Held in German prison camps

Have someone giving them half a chance

All on a Saturday tea time

 

One fine day this war will end

And the marching bands will march again

And we’ll say farewell to our new found friends all on a Saturday tea time