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"BUNGIN' 'EM IN"

Porch time: d- = 120.

Ti Ready.

Words and Music by

W.

Graeme Holder.

REFRAIN Bungin’ ’em in! Blowin’ ’em out! And they calls us Field Artillery. Bungin’ ’em in! Blowin’ out! Oh, we're barmy in the army! Bungin’ ’em in! Blowin’ em out! And where they goes Lord only knows. But Old Soldiers never die, they goes on Bungin’ ’em in, and blowin’ ’em out! "em SECOND VERSE Muckin about with cannons gave me the earache, It seemed to rile the sergeantmajor, too; "Get out o’ this!’’ he roars; "You little blah blah!" "Righto!"’ I says, "An’ a coupla blahs to you!’’ And then the colonel ups and gives me a rifle; "Here, you!" he says, "Get ‘old of this, you lout! And grab a few of them there little cartridges, And bung ‘em in this end, and blow ’em out-the spout." REFRAIN Bungin’ ’em in! Blowin’ ‘em out! And they calls us P.B. Infantry. Bungin’ ’em in! etc. THIRD VERSE When I got promoted to the Air orce, I thought they’d let me fly a blinking ‘plane; But all they does is dress me like a hero An’ presents me with another gun again! The thing was like scrap-iron my father dealt in, I hadn't the foggiest what it was all about; But I'm up in the air with miles an’ miles of beltin,’ Bunging’ it in one end an’ blowin’ it out-the spout. REFRAIN Bungin’ it in! Blowin’ it out! And they calls it sky-lark gunnery! Bungin’ it in! Blowin’ it out! ete. FOURTH VERSE When I’d won the war, I chucked the army. "No more bungin’ em in," I says, "for me!"’’ I-hunts a job for weeks; an’ then the butcher He says ‘You’ re just the man I want to see!’ "Righto!"’ I says, "Just tell me what you’re wantin’?" "You knows this ’ere machine," he says, "no doubt? You takes all them there bits of pork and what-not An’ bungs ’em in this end and blows ’em out-the spout." REFRAIN Bungin’ ’em in! Blowin’ ’em out! And they calls ’em prime pork . sausages! Bungin’ ’em in! Blowin’ ’em out! We’re as barmy as the army, etc.

In response to humerous requests from listeners who have already heard it on the air from the NBS, we print here the words and music of a new song composed by W. GraemeHolder, New Zealand's well-known writer of radio plays

This article text was automatically generated and may include errors. View the full page to see article in its original form.I whakaputaina aunoatia ēnei kuputuhi tuhinga, e kitea ai pea ētahi hapa i roto. Tirohia te whārangi katoa kia kitea te āhuatanga taketake o te tuhinga.
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Bibliographic details
Ngā taipitopito pukapuka

New Zealand Listener, Volume 2, Issue 39, 21 March 1940, Page 10

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Tapeke kupu
404

"BUNGIN' 'EM IN" New Zealand Listener, Volume 2, Issue 39, 21 March 1940, Page 10

"BUNGIN' 'EM IN" New Zealand Listener, Volume 2, Issue 39, 21 March 1940, Page 10

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