The Centerfold Game

Come all ye young coppers and listen to me,
You soldiers of Cobra, and you wanna's-be,
The truth I will tell you without any shame
Of the ructions we had in the Centerfold Game!

Hanging down, down, down, derry down.

There was Klaus of Vienna and Pieter from Lech,
And Josef from Innsbruck, a giant, by heck!
From Loeben and Graz came a half dozen more
And we all dreamed of working for the Cobra Guard Corps!

Hanging down, down, down, derry down.

Milhaly, that rascal, from Helligenmblut
Was the first to decide he had an elegant butt
And to raise up some dough for the barracks canteen,
Decided to let it in pinup be seen.

Hanging down, down, down, derry down.

Then up stepped yyoung Stefan from far Zell am See,
He protested "Milhaley, pal, what about me?"
"My thighs are as strong as that old commons oak!"
So Milhaley said Stefan coudl be in on the joke.

Hanging down, down, down, derry down.

Before very much long, the ranks swelled to ten,
All strong, photogenic, exhibitionist men!
And the calendar poses were reatly enhanced
By neighborhood lasses in lace underpants!

Hanging down, down, down, derry down.

But now, you brave coppers, the end it has come,
For the calendar pictures of all of our bums.
With a third of a million on the streets of the land
Was bound to fall into old Gollia's hands!

Hanging down, down, down, derry down.

Forget about Cobra, and epaulets neat
You're back where you wuz on a back-corner beat
And for your reward, here's a moral in gold:
You don't guard the Pope if you do centerfolds!

Hanging down, down, down, derry down.