Kingsmen

We never had a future, but our shit was sometimes good,
We were the hardest bad boys in your local neighbourhood,
But we were all on your side wearing berets of the flag,
And when that shit began to fly you bet we didn’t lag,
We were the Kingsmen, 8th Of Foot and mind those P’s and Q’s,
The Sergeant’s Mess was never built for Corporals to use,
We’ll thank you kindly watch and shoot and always on the fly,
Those buggers never seen us Tommies coming by and by,
It’s Yes Sir No Sir, three bags full and keep that dressing tight,
We always took our dressings from me best mate on the right,
And if there weren’t no wars to fight we’d spit and polish boots,
And never put your faith for sure in terrified recruits,
We marched as one and met our Queen and we was surely proud,
The Freedom Of The City March did always draw a crowd,
There’s not a man among us shirked his duty when it called,
And those that fell are gloried in our Colours one and all,
So cheers my lads and fuck ‘em all they just can’t take us out,
We are the 8th Of Foot and Kingsmen, come and join the rout.

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