Song lyrics to That’s What You Jolly Well Get, sung by Errol Flynn (yes, the swashbuckling Errol Flynn) in the movie Thank Your Lucky Stars
Errol Flynn
I can see the questions in your eyes.
I can see the twitchin’ of your ears.
Now, it’s not to be repeated,
But, gentlemen, be seated,
And I’ll tell you where I’ve been for all these years.
Men
If he’s very nicely treated,
And we keep his toddy heated,
He’ll tell us where he’s been for all these years.
Errol Flynn
I was out on the blue Pacific with a Cruiser of the Fleet,
Hoppin’ over the side for me Saturday dip.
When I noticed a Jap torpedo whizzin’ by beneath my feet,
Comin’ lickety-split and headed for our ship.
So I stopped ‘er with me left, and I turned ‘er with me right,
And I aimed ‘er very careful and I shoved with all me might.
And I sank the sub what sent ‘er, and I roared with righteous wrath:
“That’s what you jolly well get,
That’s what you jolly well get,
Disturbin’ me Saturday evening bath.”
Men
Hooray!
He’s won the war!
He’s won the war!
Errol Flynn
But I’m modest to the core.
Men
Hooray!
He’s won the war!
And though he’s rather shy,
He’s terribly, terribly shy,
He will admit he’s won the war.
Errol Flynn
I was captured around Benghazi by a Nazi regiment
After polishin’ off ‘alf a thousand or more.
And it took ’em two pairs of tanks to drag me into the General’s tent,
Where they started to search the uniform I wore.
When they took away my gun, I was pleasant as could be,
But then they took a letter what my sweetheart wrote to me.
So I bashed their bloomin’ brains in and I l lived to tell the tale.
That’s what they jolly well get,
That’s what they jolly well get
For readin’ a gentleman’s private mail.
Men
Hooray!
He’s won the war!
He’s won the war!
Errol Flynn
And I won the one before.
Men
Hooray!
He’s won the war!
He hates to tell the tale,
But give him a barrel of ale,
And he’ll admit he’s won the war.
Errol Flynn
I was ‘avin’ me leave in London back in nineteen-forty-one,
‘Avin’ breakfast in bed at a fancy address.
When a Jerry come by and drop a bomb that must’ve weighed a ton
It was difficult to collect myself, I guess.
So to Croydon Field I ran, and I hopped a plane from there.
Now, I couldn’t tell who done it — there was thousands in the air.
So I shot down all the blighters and I told ’em all: “You see?
That’s what you jolly well get,
That’s what you jolly well get,
For splashin’ a gentleman’s cup of tea.”
Men
Hooray!
He’s saved the day!
He’s saved the day!
Errol Flynn
In my own quiet way.
Men
Hooray!
He’s saved the day!
He always zips his lips,
But treat him with fish and chips,
And he’ll admit he’s saved the day.
Hooray!
He’s won the war!
He’s won the war!
This mighty conqueror!
Hooray!
He’s won the war!
So to this most heroic gent
We ought to erect a monument
And put it in Trafalgar Square
Where he can enjoy the open air!
(They throw Errol out the window.)
Hooray!