These are your orders,
seems like it's do it or die
So please read them closely
When you've learnt them be sure
that you eat them up
They're specially flavored with burgundy,
Tizer and rye
Twelve sheets of foolscap,
don't ask me why.
We hit the jungle just as
it starts to monsoon
Our maps showed no rainfall
All the boys were depressed
by this circumstance
Trust in the weather to
bless agricultural man
Who gives birth to more farmhands,
don't ask me why.
Fifteen was chosen because
he was dumb
Seven because he was blind
I got the job because I was so mean
While somehow appearing so kind
Drifting about through the
cauliflower trees
With a cauliflower ear for the birds
The Squadron assembled
what senses they had
And this is the sound that they heard
Back at headquarters khaki
decisions are made
File under 'Futile', that should
give you its main point of reference
It's all so confusing,
what with pythons and then deadly flies
But to them it's a picnic,
don't ask me why.
Thirteen was chosen because of his luck
Eleven because of his feet
One got signed up for exceptional pluck
Another be cause he was mute
Roaming about through
the gelatin swamps
With a gelatin eye on the stripes
The Squadron assembled what
senses they had
And this is the sound that they heard
Back
in
Blighty there was you
There were milkmen every morning
But Fuck these
endless shiny trees
Never used to be that way.