When first I went to London in the year of '39,
The city looked so wonderful, the girls were so divine,
But the coppers got suspicious and they soon gave me the knock,
I was charged with being the owner of an old alarm clock.

Next morning down by Marylebone I caused no little stir,
The ARP were busy and the telephones did whirr,
Said the judge, "I'm going to charge you with the possession of this machine,
And I'm also going to charge you with the wearing of thе green."

I said to him, "Your honour, will you give me half a chance,
To show you how mе small machine can make the police dance,
It ticks away politely till you get an awful shock,
When it ticks away the gelignite in me old alarm clock."

The judge he takes a look at me, and says, "See here, my man,
For you and all your country I do not give a damn,
And the only time you'll take is mine: ten years in Dartmoor dock,
You can count it by the ticking of your old alarm clock."

The cell it isn't pretty and it isn't very big,
This lonely Dartmoor city would put many in the jigs,
I'd long ago have left the place if I had only got,
Me couple of sticks of gelignite and me old alarm clock.