[NP: "I'm just listening to Ethel Waters' version of Stormy Weather, which I might fit in somewhere. Did you see Derek Jarman's Tempest? He had Elizabeth Welch singing Stormy Weather at the end with a chorus of very camp sailors."
Way up high
Like a black shark in the sky
Floats a Zepp'lin
Sinister, macabre and threat'nin'
'Nough to make your blood run cold.
Searchlights sweep
Tracer bullets arc up steep
T'wards the Zepp'lin
The ack-ack explosions are deaf'nin'
Like thunder cracked and rolled, it rolled
Like thunder cracked and rolled.
When the bombs whined down the fear crept in and met me
Shrapnel ev'rywhere, the blast is bound to get me
All I do is pray the Lord above will let me
Walk in the sun once more
London Town
And the bombs are rainin' down
From the Zepp'lin
Ev'rythin' is fright'nin' and threat'nin'
Bombs falling all the time
Bombs falling all the time...