Lyrics:

What made good Queen Bess
Such a great success?
What made Wellington do
What he did at Waterloo?
What makes every Englishman
A fighter through and through?
It isn't roast beef or ale or home or mother
It's just a little thing they sing to one another

Stiff upper lip, stout fella
Carry on, old fluff
Chin up, keep muddling through

Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When the going's rough
Pip-pip to old man trouble and a toodly-oo too

Carry on through thick and thin
If you feel you're in the right
Does the fighting spirit win?
Quite, quite, quite, quite, quite

Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When you're in the stew
Sober or blotto
This is your motto
Keep muddling through


When a bounder starts to hiss
You must give him blow for blow
Make the blighter say, 'What's this?
'Ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo'

Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When you're in the stew
Sober or blotto
This is your motto
Keep muddling through

Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through