The Poetry of
Banger McReady

"The Bloody, Bloody Broom"

"Mud, Mud, Blud, Blud:
A Fightin' Man's Ditty"

Mud Mud, Blud Blud.
A Fightin' Man's Ditty

Oh my name is Tommy Pecker
I'm here to fight the Hun.
I'm a Canadian son with a really big gun
Around till the battle is won

Mud Mud, Blud Blud
The evil Hun must die
Mud Mud, Blud Blud
A straight shootin' Pecker am I!

To bloody France they've sent me
Where mud the trenches fill
With fire in my eye, I'm prepared to die
But, really, I'd rather kill

Mud Mud, Blud Blud
The evil Hun must die!
Mud Mud, Blud Blud,
A really tough Pecker am I!

For my comrades who have fallen
I'll kill me a Shultz or a Fritz
For John with no head and Mike, also dead
And Willy, blown to bits

Mud Mud, Blud Blud
The evil Hun must die
Mud Mud, Blud Blud
A sturdy Pecker am I!

So over the top, and into the fray
I'll storm 'cross no man's land.
Sick with death's stench, as into that trench
I'll charge, bayonet in hand.

Mud Mud, Blud Blud
The evil Hun must die!
Mud Mud, Blud Blud,
A hard drivin' Pecker am I!

For his Majesty I do this deed
And for Canada as well
Look out over there, you Huns beware
I'm sending you all to hell!

Mud Mud, Blud Blud
The evil Hun must die
Mud Mud, Blud Blud
A tall proud Pecker am I!

-Fin-

--"Scholarship" by Thuder