Tim Ware's site of Pynchonalia "Time to gather your arse up off the floor, (have a bana-na) Brush your teeth and go toddling off to war. Wave your hand to sleepy land, Kiss those dreams away, Tell Miss Grable you're not able, Not till V-E Day, oh, Ev'rything'll be grand in Civvie Street (have a bana-na) Bubbly wine and girls wiv lips so sweet-- But there's still the German or two to fight, So show us a smile that's shiny bright, And then, as we may have suggested once before-- Gather yer blooming arse up off the floor!"