They cast off their bell bottomed trousers In the hope of finding new spouses Since they were going 'commando' I'm afraid they were 'all show' They were all rebel rousers
Is it true what they say about sailors They wouldn`t make very good jailers With a girl in each port They wear a smart new coat With a compliment to all their tailors
But sadly Dom danced with two left feet He just couldn't keep up with the beat!! So she looked to the skies For guidance so wise And an RAF flier called Pete
Often wished I could go to a prom But my beau was a soldier named Tom In his defence its fair to say He took my breath away Until I meet a hot sailor called Dom.
The girls and I had a grand old time Playing with words to make a rhyme We tried who, why what ,where and how, So what do we do now Can't do more, so we'll start a mime