Eff Them All

G C Oh, they sent for the Navy to come to Tulagi, F The gallant Navy agreed. G7 With one thousand sections in different directions, C My God, what a fucked-up stampede. C F**k 'em all, f**k 'em all F The long and the short and the tall. G F**k all the admirals who give us the flak; D7 G7 They don't give a shit if we ever come back. C So we're saying goodbye to them all, F As back to our rustpots we crawl. G7 G There'll be no promotion this side of the ocean, G7 C So cheer up, my lads, f**k 'em all. G7 C C They say there's a convoy that's leaving New York, F Bound for those Blighty shores G7 Heavily laden with tanks and with planes, C Shit for old Adolf, of course. C F**k 'em all, f**k 'em all F The long and the short and the tall. G F**k all the captains and all the mates too, D7 G7 F**k the engineers and the whole God-damn crew. C So we're saying goodbye to them all, F As back to our rustpots we crawl. G7 G We'll start a commotion that side of the ocean, G7 C So cheer up, my lads, f**k 'em all. G7 C C They sent for the nurses to come overseas, F The reason was perfectly clear: G7 To make a good marriage and push a good carriage C While fucking all hands, my dear. (2x) C F**k 'em all, f**k 'em all F The long and the short and the tall. G F**k all the blond cunts and all the brunettes; D7 G7 Don't be too choosey, just f**k all you gets. C So we're saying goodbye to them all, F As back to our rustpots we crawl. G7 G You'll et no erection at short-arm inspection, G7 C So cheer up, my lads, f**k 'em all.