Military Madness

Reflecting on our senior brass
Oh Dear, Oh My, Oh Me,
If you’ve a taste for bullying
It’s just the place to be –
Abusing power left and right
With a touch of sodomy.

We’ll serve the Queen !
Salute the flag
There’s nought we do that’s sinister.
So take your girlie fishnet tights
And f*ck the Defence Minister.

We’ll take him down
We’ll dack this clown
For speaking out of turn
We’ll snooker him and pot the brown
Until his eyeballs burn.

We’re sworn to do as her Majesty asks
To defend this fine country
And with the exception of the junior ranks
To keep ourselves fancy free.

To do this best as well, we must
Live by laws of our wide brown land
And explain our tactics to the troops
With stern words and back of hand.

But in truth there’s just one law for us
On land, in the air, on sea;
We’ll do whatever we f*ckin’ like
It’s the rule of 303.