Show Of Hands Battlefield Dance Floor
On the eve of Agincourt the King is in the camp
Walking incognito through the rain and through the damp
Soldiers round the campfire singing dirty songs
Passing out the ale and even Henry sings along
Get 'em up, one, two, three, four
Kicking at the dark's what your hands and feet are for
Set 'em up, one, two, three, four
Tomorrow is a battlefield, tonight it is a dance floor
Drake and all his mates are playing bowls out on the Hoe
Medina in the distance has a hundred miles to go
Finish off the game, let's wander into town
Light the f-ing beacon and we'll buy another round
Set 'em up, one, two, three, four
Kicking at the dark's what your hands and feet are for
Set 'em up, one, two, three, four
Tomorrow is a battlefield, tonight it is a dance floor
Wellington in Brussels on the eve of Waterloo
Dancing with the ladies like a gentleman should do
Napoleon in the distance thirty miles away
Knocking back the brandy ‘til the very break of day
Get 'em up, one, two, three, four
Kicking at the dark's what your hands and feet are for
Set 'em up, one, two, three, four
Tomorrow is a battlefield, tonight it is a dance floor
A ballet not a battle
It's a salsa not a siege
A zumba not a rumble
Or a rhumba in the breach
A mambo not a mortar
It's a tango not a sword
Tomorrow is a battlefield ...
Tonight it is a dance floor
Churchill, Bradley, Monty and the rest
It's D-Day in the morning and they're drinking with the best
Brandy, cigars, and a lot of pretty girls
Tonight we're gonna party and tomorrow save the world
Get 'em up, one, two, three, four
Kicking at the dark's what your hands and feet are for
Set 'em up, one, two, three, four
Tomorrow is a battlefield tonight it is a dance --
Set 'em up, one, two, three, four
Kicking at the dark's what your hands and feet are for
Set 'em up, one, two, three, four
Tomorrow is a battlefield ... tonight it is a dance floor