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 Though 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