Standard (EADGBE)
There's a fellow roaming round the street,
I think most of all I'd like to meet.
I must consider him a clever lad,
making like a young Sir Galahad.
Everywhere I go I think he's been,
he autographs the walls around the scene.
If you look hard enough you'll find him there,
in rooms and public places everywhere.
Chorus
Kilroy was here..left his name around the place.
Kilroy was here..though I've never seen his face.
On a short vacation with my friends,
I found I had time on my hands to spend.
Surveyed my telescope around the land,
and saw his name imprinted in the sand.
Chorus
Kilroy was here..left his name around the place.
Kilroy was here..though I've never seen his face.
I wonder could he be a cavalier, or a roving musketeer,
or just a dustman who's insane.
Everyplace regardless where or when,
the public poet strikes again, and again, and again.
If I ever meet that man at all, I'll hang a plaque upon
my bedroom wall..a monument erected in his name,
would help to contribute towards his fame.
Chorus
Kilroy was here..left his name around the place.
Kilroy was here..though I've never seen his face.
Outro
Kilroy was here..left his name around the place.
Kilroy was here..though I've never seen his face.(Fade.)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.