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25.09.2003 14:11:20
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WWII;
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Песня о Тобруке. Contains coarse language
Oh! Fucking Tobruk
A song similar to that which commemorated Halkirk (see page 44) was written by an Australian during the siege.
All fucking fleas, no fucking beer, No fucking booze since we've been here. And will it come? No fucking fear, In fucking Tobruk.
The fucking rumours make me smile. The fucking wogs are fucking vile. The fucking pommies cramp your style, In fucking Tobruk.
AH fucking dust, no fucking rain, All fucking fighting since we came, This army's just a fucking shame, In fucking Tobruk.
The bully makes me fucking wild, I'd nearly eat a fucking child, The salt water makes me fucking riled, In fucking Tobruk.
Air raids all day and fucking night, Huns striving with all fucking might. They give us all a fucking fright In fucking Tobruk.
Best fucking place is fucking bed, With blanket over fucking head. And then they think you're fucking dead, In fucking Tobruk.
С уважением, ВЛАДИМИР