I was taking compass bearings for the Ordinance Survey

On an army training camp on Salisbury plain

I had packed up my theodolite was calling it a day

When I heard a voice that sang a sad refrain

Oh my darling Armadillo

Let me tell you of my love

Listen to my Armadillo roundelay

Be my fellow on my pillow

Underneath this weeping willow

Be my darling Armadillo all the day

I was somewhat disconcerted by this curious affair

For a single Armadillo you will own

On Salisbury plain in summer is comparatively rare

And a pair of them is practically unknown

Drawn by that mellow solo

There I followed on my bike

To discover what these Armadillo

Lovers would be like

Oh my darling Armadillo

How delightful it would be

If for us those silver wedding bells would chime

Let the orange blossoms billow

You need only say 'I will'-oh

Be my darling Armadillo all the time

Then I saw them in a hollow by a yellow muddy bank -

An Armadillo singing to an armour-plated tank

Should I tell him gaunt to rusting with the willow tree above

This - abandoned on manoeuvres - is the object of your love

I left him to his singing

Cycled home without a pause

Never tell a man the truth

About the one that he adores

On the breeze that follows sunset

I could hear that sad refrain

Singing willow willow willow down the way

And I seemed to hear it still Oh

Vive L'amore vive l'Armadillo

Be my darling Armadillo all the day

Be my darling Armadillo all the day