Lyrics: Barbara Dickson. Blood Brothers. Just A Game.

I got y', I shot y'
An' y', bloody know I did
I got y', I shot y'
I stopped y' with me bin lid.

But y' know that if y' cross your fingers
An' if y' count from one t' ten
Y' can gerrup off the ground again
It doesn't matter the whole thing's just a game.

Oka me let's get them with a hand grenade
Let's see them try an' get outa this,
He's a hot shot sergeant from the ninth brigade
Never been known t'miss
Come on give daddy a kiss

But y' know that if y' cross your fingers
An' if y' count from one t' ten
Y' can gerrup off the ground again
It doesn't matter the whole thing's just a game.

The whole thing's just a game.
The whole thing's just a game