Who, who? Who's that army marching on me? Who, who? Who's that amry marching on me? The taste, the taste that's sweet Get on to it The bitterness Soft no less The taste of goodbye Who, who? Who'd like to know? Who, who? Who's that army marching on me? People feel alone And they both know That darling dove Feels no love When you get home You're stubborn and alone And you feel so cold Hot, wet and ready to forget it all!