She’ll take you clean from here to out of sight.
’Course you’ve got to clean and scrub her same as any piece of tin
That’s worth the smoke to blow her up the flue;
But just whisper to her gently, pat her back and yell “Giddap!”
And there ain’t a thing she wouldn’t do for you.
Oh, you tank! tank! tank!
She’s a Lulu, she’s a cuckoo! She’s the goods!
When the Boches see you comin’, they will set the air to hummin’
A-wavin’ of their legs to reach the woods.
When the last great rush is over and the last grim trench is past,