Gulf War Special
Oh, it will all be very jolly when we ship you off to war
‘cos Hussein’s a cruel bully and it's time he was no more.
With your call-up papers posted, pack your kit and oil your gun,
And we’ll ship you to the desert – you’ll enjoy a bit of sun.
Anthrax jabs, Malaria tabs,
Boil up your billy for your rat-pack bag.
Things don’t look so bad as we’re firing on Baghdad.
Can’t wait to see Kuwait
– How far’s Basra?
Scorpion hider and camel spider
Back in the pan where our tents all stand
And the sandstorm’s power strips paint and skin.
There’s times I’d like to jack it in!
But I really should be thankful
For we’ve spare parts by the tankful
And a shower-bag that’s hot – (though soap there’s not! ),
For the lass who’s my best mate – or
My germ proof respirator
And the blueys from back home
Which keep me sane.
‘cept, as I dig another hole
For one more mutilated soul,
I’ll be glad when we are shipped back home again.
Yvonne Brunton 17/05/03