Douglas Byng
Now, of all the lovelies in the town... there's none as smart as Bella
I've almost won as much renown as Mr. C's umbrella
I'm a girl who serves her country and can raise her nation's hopes
Like Prunella Stack, the Union Jack and Doctor Marie Stopes.
In pre-war days with lights ablaze... they thought me rather shady
But now that there's a blackout, well!... I'm treated like a lady.
With sandbags on my chest I have bumped into the best
I'm 'Blackout Bella', the whitest girl in town

A girl who knows the game, who's groped her way to fame
Every fella, salutes me on the beach 
Doing a 'Bumps-a-daisy' all down Regent Street.
I popped in here... but not to profiteer
My cover-charge is less than half-a-crown
I'm the only bag of lard that doesn't need a ration card
I'm 'Blackout Bell', the whitest girl in towm.

Now, whenever there's a call to arms, old 'Bella's' well on duty
I don't waste time with false alarms, I'm there... and what a beauty
I spur the lads to action, I'm the local 'Joan of Arc'
But I beat a retreat, waggle my seat and surrender in the park.
With the Army and the Air Force I'm quite sure to run amuk
And I touch the sailor's dickies 'cos' it always brings me luck
I'm the regimental band... I'm their new first aid-de-camp 
I'm 'Blackout Bella', the whitest girl in town

Just see me in the dark, as far as Regent's Park
Every cellar in London W.C.
Comes in very handy for an A.R.P.
I jog along... and sing me marching song
Whoops-a-daisy... Knees up Mother Brown
With a shilling in me hand and me bags all full of sand
I'm 'Blackout Bella', the whitest girl in town. 
'Blackout Bella', the whitest girl in town 

Me motto's 'Be Prepared' and 'Keep the beds well aired.' 
You can't tell her of any better stunt 
To keep the home-fires burning on the West-End front. 
In any raid, oooh... you'll find I'm unafraid!
I'll carry on, whatever may come down 
And if I'm propped up in a porch... 
Don't you dare to flash your torch!!! 
I'm 'Blackout Bella', the whitest girl in town. 
The end