Left, right, left, right, squad halt;
Fall out, and then off down to the pub,
Slogging work for eighteen weeks or more,
From marching, to the exercise, and rifle drill,
Then told we’re off to Afghanistan,
Now that’s the bitter pill.
I’ve been in this mob for about a year,
I thought well what the hell,
Life back home is boring and dull,
Course couldn’t get a job, so dad shouts up,
Hey kid join the army, three square every day,
They‘ll take you to nice places and hey they even give you pay.
Well off I went into the town,
The recruiting sergeant beamed,
He took one lasting look at me and said you’ll do bonny lad,
So off I popped to the training camp,
Where more lads just like me were busy bashing that bloody square,
So tensed up some had lost their bloomin hair.
So now it’s off tomorrow, Afghanistan they say,
We’ve all seen the body bags, and felt that cold, cold shiver,
We know isn’t a video game and some of us will die,
Hell that’s what we signed up for; we know the score ok,
Just please try to remember, I’m some mothers son like yours,
Ill stay and fight for freedom, and we’ll all finish this course.
So if you see my flag draped box,
Then you’re feeling sorry see,
Just remember Tommy Dylan and the boys of company C,
We’re all good lads, and like a laugh,
Spending time in the pubs, till close,
Yet do not weep, we’re happy now, so need for morose.
