Well, Mr. Churchill says, Mr. Churchill says   "We gotta fight the bloody battle to the very end"   Mr. Beaverbrook says, "We gotta save our tin   And all the garden gates   And empty cans are gonna make us win"      We shall defend our island   On the land and on the sea   We shall fight them on the beaches   On the hills and in the fields   We shall fight them in the streets      Never in the field of human conflict   Was so much owed to so few   'Cause they have made our British Empire   A better place for me and you   And this was their finest hour      Well, Mr. Montgomery says and Mr. Mountbatten says   "We gotta fight the bloody battle to the very end"   As Vera Lynn would say, "We'll meet again someday   But all the sacrifices we must make before the end"      Did you hear that plane flying overhead?   There's a house on fire and there's someone lying dead   We gotta clean up the streets   And get me back on my feet because we wanna be free   Do your worst and we'll do our best      We're gonna win the way that Mr. Churchill says   Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, well Mr. Churchill says   "We gotta hold up our chins   We gotta show some courage and some discipline   We gotta black up the windows and nail up the doors   And keep right on till the end of the war"