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



*Kilroy was here

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