Wartime, baby, I’m leaving you now.
It’s like new year’s eve, but better somehow
I’ll carry your picture near my ha-heart
Ah come on, boys, we’re gonna ratatata…
I’m feeling good but it’s crazy somehow.
You’re a bit crinkled, but pretty, a-ha
I love you, I miss you, I bla bla bla
But outside the boys do some ratatata…
I’m feeling good, you know, it could have been worse.
You’re a bit tattered and I’m a bit hurt
Some boys have left me, they’re stupid, a-ha
Everywhere, everywhere ratatata…
I’m alright, baby, darling don’t cry.
I may disappear but I surely won’t die
My eyes are wide open, my bed is so far.
Can’t hear me, can’t hear you, just ratatata…
It’s morning, it’s morning, but I’m really tired.
Good morning, baby, goodbye and good night.
Boys are crying, sounds like hahahaha —
I’m going, I’m going, ratatata…