"Target for Tonight"
Sirens sounding loudly, piercing through the night,
Everybody up and turn out the light.
Radar's on the beam it seems to me;
They're searching everywhere in I.A.Z.
Rub-de-ub-bub Oh, listen to them boom,
Rub-de-ub-bub Oh, watch them as they zoom.
Rub-de-ub-bub They sing from night till noon
Rub-de-ub-bub Send me, Sammy, with an AA beat.
Confo's off the ball, power is small;
Radar, give a call to get on the ball;
Targets coming in; the guns are manned;
Waiting for the sound of Sam's command.
Data coming smooth, the rate is too;
Come on, Shooting Sam, let's throw up a few.
The guns are in remote, the rounds are old;
Come on, Shooting Sam, they're brass not gold.
Boogie Beat Rhythm
Goodwin, Del Aversano, Sara