I was sold up the river,
to the red slave trade,
the stores were gathered,
the plans were laid,
synchronised watches,
at 18.05,
how many dead or alive,
in 1955.

The pink flag was screaming,
bugle boys sucked and blew,
no time for confessions,
orders given,
books were cooked,
on the 4th of the 3rd,
how many seen or heard,
on the 12th of the 3d,
how many dead or alive.