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Don't Let's Be Beastly to the Germans - Noel Coward
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans
When our victory is ultimately won
It was just those nasty Nazis
Who persuaded them to fight
And their Beethoven and Bach
Are really far worse than their bite
Let's be meek to them
And turn the other cheek to them
And try to bring out their latent sense of fun
Let's give them full air parity
And treat the rats to charity
But don't let's be beastly to the Hun
We must be kind
And with an open mind
We must endevour to find a way
To let the german know that when the war is over
They are not the ones who'll have to pay
We must be sweet
And tactful and discreet
And when they've suffered defeat
We mustn't let them feel upset
Or ever get the feeling
That we're cross with them or hate them
Our future policy must be to reinstate them
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans
When we've definitely got them on the run
Let us treat them very kindly
As we would a valued friend
We might send them some bishops
As a form of lease and lend
Let's be sweet to them
And day by day repeat to them
That sterilisation simply isn't done
Let's help the dirty swine again
To occupy the Rhine again
But don't let's be beastly to the Hun
We must be just
And win their love and trust
And in addition we must be wise
And ask the conquered lands
To join our hands to aid them
That would be a wonderful surprise
For many years
They've been in floods of tears
Because the poor little dears
Have been so wronged
And only longed
To cheat the world
Deplete the world
And beat the world to blazes
This is the moment when we ought to sing their praises
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans
For you can't deprive a gangster of his gun
Though they've been a little naughty
To the Czechs and poles and dutch
I don't suppose those countries
Really minded very much
Let's be free with them
And share the BBC with them
We mustn't prevent them basking in the sun
Let's soften their defeat again
And build their blasted fleet again
But don't let's be beastly to the Hun
Don't let's be beastly to the Germans
When the age of peace and plenty has begun
We must send them steel and oil and coal
And everything they need
For their peaceable intentions
Can be always guaranteed
Let's employ with them
A sort of stength through joy with them
They're better than us at honest manly fun
Let's let them feel they're swell again
And bomb us all to hell again
But don't let's be beastly to the Hun