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(Traditional; Arranged by Strummer/Jones)
WHEN JOHNNY COMES
MARCHING HOME AGAIN
HE'S COMING BY BUS OR UNDERGROUND
A WOMAN'S EYE WILL SHED A TEAR
TO SEE HIS FACE SO BEATEN IN FEAR
AN' IT WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER IN THE ENGLISH CIVIL WAR
IT WAS STILL AT THE STAGE OF CLUBS AND FISTS
WHEN THAT WELL-KNOWN FACE GOT BEATEN TO BITS
YOUR FACE WAS BLUE IN THE LIGHT OF THE SCREEN
AS WE WATCHED THE SPEECH OF AN ANIMAL SCREAM
THE NEW PARTY ARMY WAS MARCHING RIGHT OVER OUR HEADS
ALRIGHT
THERE YOU ARE, HA HA, I TOLD YOU SO
SAYS EVERYBODY THAT WE KNOW
BUT WHO HID A RADIO UNDER THE STAIRS
AN' WHO GOT CAUGHT OUT ON THEIR UNAWARES?
WHEN THAT NEW PARTY ARMY CAME MARCHING RIGHT UP THE STAIRS
WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN
NOBODY UNDERSTANDS IT CAN HAPPEN AGAIN
THE SUN IS SHINING AN' THE KIDS ARE SHOUTING LOUD
BUT YOU GOTTA KNOW IT'S SHINING THROUGH A CRACK IN THE CLOUD
AND THE SHADOWS KEEP FALLING WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME

when johnny comes marching home again
he's coming by bus or underground
a woman's eye will shed a tear
to see his face so beaten in fear
an' it was just around the corner in the english civil war
it was still at the stage of clubs and fists
when that well-known face got beaten to bits
your face was blue in the light of the screen
as we watched the speech of an animal scream
the new party army was marching right over our heads
alright
there you are, ha ha, i told you so
says everybody that we know
but who hid a radio under the stairs
an' who got caught out on their unawares?
when that new party army came marching right up the stairs
when johnny comes marching home again
nobody understands it can happen again
the sun is shining an' the kids are shouting loud
but you gotta know it's shining through a crack in the cloud

When Johnny comes marching home again, hurah tada
He's coming by bus or underground, hurah tada
The world no doubt will shed a tear to see his face so beaten in fear
And it's just around the corner in the English civil war
Still at the stage of clubs and fists, hurah tada
When that well known face got beaten to bits, hurah tada
Your face was blue in the light of the screen
As we watched the speech of an animal scream
The new party army was marching right over our heads
There you are, ha ha, I told you so, hurah tada
Says everybody that we know, hurah tada
But who hid the radio under the stairs
And who got caught out on their unawares
When that new party army came marching right up the stairs
When Johnny comes marching home again, hurah tada
Nobody understands this can happen again, hurah tada
The sun is shining and the kids are shouting loud
But you've got to know it's shining through a crack in the cloud
And the shadows keep on falling when Johnny comes marching home
All the girls go oh get his coffin ready

We are the Roundheads, we don't want kings no more,
That's why we started, the English civil war.
People say we're not fun, but we disagree,
Especially when explaining, parliamentary democracy.
We are particularly excited by the noticens of jurisprudence ...
That's enough dullness, we're the calvaier crew,
Supporting King Charles, and everything that he'll do.
Puritians bore us, it's really a crime,
When your parliamentary buisness, cuts our parting time.
Roundheads, soundheads, keep the music down heads,
Rules and regulations led, dull but fair.
Calvariers three cheers, wackier head gears,
We live to boogie with our peers. Unfair? Don't care !
I am the king, i can do what i'd like,
Start up a war, or a big tax hike.
Got a french wife, she's a catholic.
O Lord !
Really king Charles, we're not quite sure !
Insolence! Is that how you talk to the crown,
I am the king, I'll just close parliament down.
I'll think you find, that's in need of due process.
Here's what we say to that, now clear up this mess !
Roundheads , soundheads, witches should be drowned heads,
Don't believe in crowned heads, parliament's our thing.
Calvaliers three cheers, your superiours,
We're all toffs who cry 'Here, Here' and 'God Save The King'.
Fight ! Fight ! Fight ! Fight ! Fight ! Fight ! Fight ! Fight !
Calvariers ! Roundheads ! The English Civil War !
(Why is it called 'civil'? May I kill you please? Sure !)
Love civil wars, to be fought on this land,
If I get to power, christmas will be banned.
No chance Cromwell, vitory will be mine,
you'll never pass a ban on mince pies and mulled wine.
That's what you think, just wait 'til you're caught,
I also scrap theatre, music and sport.
Your pathetic war will finish, even before it's begun,
We've taken Charles prisoner, the round heads have won !
Oh !
Victory three cheers, cavaliers in tears,
No power for years, I'm the leader of the pack !
Charles head round head, hurrah now the king's dead,
Sins binned instead a righteous track.