I`m lying in bed I`m in room twenty-six
Thinking on things that I`ve done
Like drinking with squaddies and bulling my boots
I`m counting the medals I`ve won
These Hospital wards there all draft looking joints drab
But the sealing is much as I seen
It ca do with a wi` touch of paper or paint
But then I can maybe that`s me
Oh sergeant is this the adventure you mend
When I put my name down on the line
Oh that talk of computers and sunshine and skies
Oh I`m asking you sergeant where`s mine
I have a brother in Glasgow wi` long curly hair
When I joint up he says I was daft
He says shouldn`t strangers just dastny his gain
That brother of mine is ni` soft
Well I can put up for most things I`ve done in me time
I can even put up with the pains
But what do you do with a gun in your hand
Whe nyou`re faced with a hundred odd wanes