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That's the thing to make the boys git up an shoot!
It's the same with dogs an' men,
If you'd make 'em come again
Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot!
(ff) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu!
Loot! loot! loot!

If you've knocked a nigger edgeways when 'e 's thrustin' for

your life,

You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell;
An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife
That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well.
Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under
Why lootin' should be entered as a crime.
So, if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an clear
'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime.
(Chorus) With the loot, ...

Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded Burma god
That 'is eyes is very often precious stones;
An' if you treat a nigger to a dose o' cleanin'-rod
'E's like to show you everything 'e owns.
When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor
Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot
(Cornet: Toot! toot!)
When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink,
An' you're sure to touch the
(Chorus) Loo ! loo ! Lulu ! Loot ! loot ! loot !
Ow the loot! . . .