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Hans, we're hot bunking, time for sleeping
Mein Gott! Such smells... did you use the latrine?
Crawl out. Duty, get to maintenance
We're hot bunking, and time's wasting

Into the warm bunk I climb, your hygiene worse than mine
Sweat-soaked linen a blow
But it'll do just fine, been working diesels down the line
Still gonna grab this dirty pillow, dream of sweet Helga's tight h-le!

Time for a snooze, then comes another of the crew
12 bunks too few, gotta serve a total of 42!

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Down the walkway left and right, in a boat cloaked in eternal night
U-boat, Kriegsmarine
Wish I had beer in a stein, a bar in some port to unwind
Depth charges, here comes trauma! The weapons of the enemy!

Did I sleep enough? Less than an hour is really rough
Back to the fight! North Atlantic action for Hitler's Reich!

We're depth dropping, trying to get free
Near miss noise a cacophony
Hundred meters, call the distance
We're still running, we're still running!

Got repair work to do, hot bunking for another crew
Type IX has more room, but a Type VIIC just spells gloom

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Hot bunking, quarters tight
Hot bunking, under hot lights
Hot bunking, makes a grown man feel wild
Hot bunking, the warmth does make one smile
Hot bunking, take it in stride
Hot bunking, men of Doenitz pride
Hot bunking, it's a naval thing
Hot bunking, in Fuhrer's Kriegsmarine!