Not Quite Gi Blues

Elvis has left the building. West Berlin, a significant place Where life was lived at a frantic pace. Me and Old Elvis together through the night In those days when I saw things In stark black or white, And me and Old Elvis Singing The Blues As I got pretend stonked on smuggled in booze, And me and Old Elvis both gave thanks That those nearby Ruskies, sat in their tanks, Hadn't loaded up, cocked and opened fire To blast away those miles of border razor wire So their T54's could roll on down To unite again this four part divided town. It had been one hell of a long day Convincing the locals we were here to stay Counteracting the rumour the Comrades put about That Froggs, Pomms and Yanks were all pulling out. And now me and Old Elvis on the night shift Music, fags, pretend booze giving me a lift Heartbreak Hotel, Blue Suede Shoes As me Old Elvis listened to AFN News Kenneday and Kruschev juggling nuclear knives Not very mindful of loss of millions of lives Both of them seemed to be trying so hard To be top dog in the big school yard. Me and Old Elvis sitting through the night Just waiting for the coming dawn's light, The morning sun burning away the mist So l could go and get properly Brahms and Liszt. Night watch shift listening to the blues One of the perks, I got to choose. Me and Old Elvis holding the line Duty Watch commander, British Army Of The Rhine. West Berlin 1962 Another night watch finally through! One of those things I just don't bother to wear The chocolate medal awarded for just being there God how l loved my days of the long Cold War They just don't make 'em like that anymore. Elvis has left the building the Cold War long gone, We still don't have the sense to quietly move on. It seems to me these days egos have got bigger And too many fingers rest on too many triggers. And Elvis finally left the building