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Kobe House Blues
by
Norman “Yagi” Colley
(Fepow)
A long time ago, before this war began,
We´d never been away from home, We´d never seen Japan.
We didn´t work so very hard and we had lots of pay,
But now we work so week to week for fifteen Sen a day.
We try to be like great big stevedore,
Untill the day we can level the scores,
But there´s one song we render, singing and remember,
When your tired and lonesome working down the docks,
And the bottoms are falling out of your shoes,
What are you going to say, what are you going to do,
SING THE KOBE HOUSE BLUES.
You´ve carried Sato, Bricks, Stones and Bran,
And to cap it all you haven´t had any news, Your back is going to brake,
You´re working like a mule, its those KOBE HOUSE BLUES.
When your dreams of loot have gone astray,
And all the tins you find are badly blown,
Pinon and the boys pinon wish you
Get caught and you stand on your own.
You´ve emptied barges, trucks and Barakes,
And you think you´d like a little snooze,
But instead of “YASUME”, they shout out "Go-AHEY"?
Oh those KOBE HOUSE BLUES.
All you posses in the great big world,
Is an appetite you´re trying to Lose,
Your Nekko´s broken, your Kages blunt and bent
Sing the KOBE HOUSE BLUES.
But that distant day will come along,
When Uncle Sam is going to see us free,
Oh! what a time we´ll have, Oh! what a Jamberee.
When you´re dressed again in Civvies,
Bags of grub and cash,
A decent fag to smoke and bear to booze,
And when we´ve had our fling
A song we´ll never sing:-
That´s the KOBE HOUSE BLUES.
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