Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Contributed by Llewtrah

There’s bags of batchy airmen, way down in the sunny Sudan, Where everyone is batchy and so’s the fucking old man, There’s bags and bags of bullshit, saluting on the square, And when we’re not saluting we’re up in the fucking air.

We’re leaving Khartoum, by the light of the moon, We travel by night and by day, As we pass Kasfereit, we’ll have fuck all to eat, ‘Cause we’ve thrown all our rations away.

Shire, Shire, Somersetshire, The skipper looks on her with pride, He’d have a blue fit, if he saw any shit, On the side of the Somersetshire.

This is my story, this is my song, I’ve been in this air force too fucking long, So bring on the Rodney, Nelson, Renown, They can’t bring the Hood, ‘cause the fucker’s gone down.

Tooralay, tooralay. Oh, we’ll fuck all the SP’s who come down our way.