Yes its true I think of you 
 In an air-raid shelter filled with clover
 As somewhere on the radio
 Our leader says the war is over
 Do you recall the coarseness of my uniform? 
 I think of you and yes its true 
 I lost my heart to a submarine girl
 
 Sometimes you raised my periscope
 Sometimes you haven t got a hope 
 
 Do you still remember
 All those buses that we missed together?
 As deep inside we realised 
 That soon the world would change forever
 Across the dancefloor 
 In our patent leather shoes
 Six months under water
 Was enough to make a goddess out of you
 
 Sometimes you raised my periscope
 Sometimes you haven’t got a hope
 
 Sitting in a hut with a snoring sergeant 
 Polishing your boots did you find the time to think of me?
 And now we’re sitting in the armchairs by the fireside
 Looking at the children of our children happily
 And when I look at you sometimes at night 
 Well then I know its true that we ve turned out alright
 
 Yes its true I think of you 
 In an air-raid shelter filled with clover
 As somewhere on the radio 
 Our leader says the war is over
 Do you recall the coarseness of my uniform?
 I think of you and yes its true
 I lost my heart to a submarine girl
 A submarine girl