| I’ve been cast into the mould of new times
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| I’ve been gassed behind enemy lines
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| I was the last one from two thousand and one young squaddies
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| I thought to myself, «It's got to be a dream»
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| That’s when I noticed this hole in the green
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| And the girl in the bunker revealing her beautiful body
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| Well, there were handicaps all around
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| But I had to get into that hole in the ground
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| Though the grass was covered in blood and the green was muddy
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| I took my aim but I missed the shot
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| And it landed right down in the spot
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| Where the girl in the bunker was flashing her beautiful body
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| I stripped off my uniform when I saw the sign which read:
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| «No squaddies in the clubhouse after half past nine, you’re dead!
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| Members are requested, please don’t play the green that’s red--
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| And please don’t lose your balls down in the bunker!»
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| So I stepped into the clubhouse, I had my birthday-suit disguise
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| I must have looked suspicious, they could see it in my eyes
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| «Members must be covered, kindly button up your flies--
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| And please don’t lose your balls down in the bunker!»
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| I’ve been cast into the mold of new times
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| I’ve been gassed behind enemy lines
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| The last one from two thousand and one young squaddies
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| I woke up and the room was green
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| And when the nurse came on the scene
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| She was the girl from the bunker-- oh, what a beautiful body! |