| I’m lyin' in bed, I’m in room twenty-six
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| And I’m thinkin' on things that I’ve done
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| Like drinkin' wi' squaddies and bullin' my boots
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| And countin' the medals I’ve won
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| All these hospital wards are such drab lookin' joints
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| But the ceiling’s as much as I see
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| It could do with a wee touch of paper and paint
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| But then again, maybe that’s me
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| Oh, Sergeant, is this the adventure you meant
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| When I put my name down on the line?
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| All yer talk of computers, sunshine and skis
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| Oh, I’m askin' you, Sergeant, where’s mine?
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| I’ve a brother in Glasgow wi' long, curly hair
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| When I joined up he said I was daft
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| He said shootin' strangers just wasnae his game
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| That brother of mine is nae saft
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| Oh, Sergeant, is this the adventure you meant
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| When I put my name down on the line?
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| All yer talk of computers, sunshine and skis
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| Oh, I’m askin' you, Sergeant, where’s mine?
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| I can put up wi' most things I’ve done in the time
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| I can even put up with the pain
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| But what do you do with a gun in your hand
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| And youre facin' a hundred odd wanes
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| Oh, Sergeant, is this the adventure you meant
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| When I put my name down on the line?
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| All yer talk of computers, sunshine and skis
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| Oh, I’m askin' you, Sergeant, where’s mine?
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| Oh, Sergeant, is this the adventure you meant
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| When I put my name down on the line?
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| All yer talk of computers, sunshine and skis
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| Oh, I’m askin' you, Sergeant, where’s mine?
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| Oh, I’m askin' you, Sergeant, where’s mine?
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| Oh, I’m askin' you, Sergeant, where’s mine? |