Norwich: Pepto-Bismol, 1960s-1970s
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| - | I find myself commander and chief | 0:01 |
| of an army being destroy by heartburn and indigestion. | 0:03 | |
| (wind blowing) | 0:07 | |
| We will lose this war to the Russians, Josephine, | 0:08 | |
| not because they have superior forces. | 0:11 | |
| But because they have superior stomachs. | 0:14 | |
| (wind blowing) | 0:17 | |
| Outside the night wind howls, | 0:18 | |
| but it is not the cold that disturbs me, Josephine. | 0:21 | |
| It is the Russian food! | 0:25 | |
| All day we fight against they're soldier and win! | 0:27 | |
| All night we fight against they're food and lose! | 0:30 | |
| We must have these tablets | 0:34 | |
| to help coat the stomach of my men. | 0:36 | |
| We must have the tablets with an antacid | 0:38 | |
| to ease the pain of being sick and away. | 0:41 | |
| (wind blowing) | 0:44 | |
| Josephine, send Pepto-Bismol, I implore you! | 0:45 | |
| Please, I implore you for my men. | 0:48 | |
| I implore you for the glory of France! | 0:51 | |
| (dramatic orchestral music) | 0:54 | |
| (wind blowing) | 0:57 |
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