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Elvis has left the building.
West Berlin, a significant place
Where life was lived at a frantic pace.
Me and Old Elvis together through the night
In those days when I saw things
In stark black or white,
And me and Old Elvis Singing The Blues
As I got pretend stonked on smuggled in booze,
And me and Old Elvis both gave thanks 
That those nearby Ruskies, sat in their tanks,
Hadn't loaded up, cocked and opened fire
To blast away those miles of border razor wire
So their T54's could roll on down
To unite again this four part divided town.

It had been one hell of a long day
Convincing the locals we were here to stay
Counteracting the rumour the Comrades put about
That Froggs, Pomms and Yanks were all pulling out.
And now me and Old Elvis on the night shift
Music, fags, pretend booze giving me a lift 
Heartbreak Hotel, Blue Suede Shoes
As me Old Elvis listened to AFN News
Kenneday and Kruschev juggling nuclear knives
Not very mindful of loss of millions of lives
Both of them seemed to be trying so hard
To be top dog in the big school yard.

Me and Old Elvis sitting through the night
Just waiting for the coming dawn's light,
The morning sun burning away the mist 
So l could go and get properly Brahms and Liszt.
Night watch shift listening to the blues
One of the perks, I got to choose.
Me and Old Elvis holding the line
Duty Watch commander, 
British Army Of The Rhine.
West Berlin 1962
Another night watch finally through!

One of those things I just don't bother to wear
The chocolate medal awarded for just being there 
God how l loved my days of the long Cold War 
They just don't make 'em like that anymore.
Elvis has left the building the Cold War long gone, 
We still don't have the sense to quietly move on.
It seems to me these days egos have got bigger
And too many fingers rest on too many triggers.
And Elvis finally left the building
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