In my sleeping bay listening to the day
Mess tins rattle, still no sign of battle
In my sleeping bay listening to the day
Mess tins rattle, still no sign of battle
This army lark is a walk in the park
Birds take flight, circle and nestle for the night
Ears start to strain, faint murmur to gain
Then a vibration, not the usual situation
Slip out of my bay to wave goodbye to the day
Then out of the night I get a great freight
Deafening roar, the sky was no more
Everything black, what is it that?
Bloody Dragoon, bunch of loons
Lost their way, dropped in to help them on there way
Almost ten minutes it took to climb out for a look
Bloody great tank parked on my home like it was a taxi rank
Ten man pack, thought teach you a lesson we will have that
Smoked their cigarettes and drank their beer
Then sent them off with a flea in their ear