Casual passion
And a knack for the style
And all of this fashion
Is horrific and vile

And I'm earning some kind of wage
And I keep my nose out of trouble

A love of the Teutonic
And a lack of style
The plague is not Bubonic
But it still seems rather vile

And I'm doing what is right
And I won't go out tonight

Designation of your aims
But always done in style
You never seen to stay the same
And yet you're always vile

I will stay down here
Until the bombs stop falling