Our Air Raid Shelter. [Written by Jack Davey]
Audio transcript
We've got a house down by the sea,
We've been busy with the ARP,
We've built a place where we can hide,
Now it bulges when we get inside.
There's no more room now in our air raid shelter,
There's Aunt 'n Gran 'n Dad 'n Mum 'n me.
And when the sirens sound we all run helter-skelter,
Just Aunt 'n Gran 'n Dad 'n Mum 'n me.
Of course it isn't very big, and it isn't very long,
And it isn't very deep, and it isn't very strong.
So if a bomb drops take a quick look up at heaven,
For Aunt and Gran and Dad and Mum and me.
It's made of bags filled up with sand,
And all the neighbours lent a helping hand,
When it was built, we raised a shout,
We rushed in and now we can't get out.
There's no more room now in our air raid shelter,
There's Aunt 'n Gran 'n Dad 'n Mum 'n me.
And when our friends drop in it makes it such a welter,
For Aunt 'n Gran 'n Dad 'n Mum 'n me.
Old Granny's causing us concern, though she doesn't care a bit,
For her bustle sticks outside and may get a direct hit.
And if she pulls it in it makes it worse than ever,
For Aunt 'n her 'n Dad 'n Mum 'n me.