Kilroy Was Here - The Move

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 of public places everywhere

Left his name around the place

Kilroy was here

Thought I’ve never seen his face

On a short vacation with my friends

I found I had time on my hands to spare

Surveyed my telescope around the land

And saw his name imprinted in the sand

(*repeat)

I wonder could he be a cavalier

Or a roving musketeer

Or just a dustman who’s insane

Everyplace regardless where or when

… strikes again and again and again

If I ever meet that man at all

I’ll hang a plague upon my bedroom wall

A monument erected in his name

Would help to contribute his name

(*repeat)

Kilroy was here

Though I’ve never seen his face