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longmoor - sods' opera lyrics

oh mary this longmoor’s a wonderful place
but the organization’s a f*cking disgrace
they stand on the square and they bawl and they shout
they shout about things they know f*ck*all about
there’s plenty of naafi tea, oh never mind
it’s a brew i’m sure brook vaunt never designed
the flavor i’m sure no one ever could place
but it tastes like a mixture of polish and paste
this longmoor on thursdays is lovely to see
with sappers all lined up in columns of three
tis time when the officers sit in their chairs
and dish out the money as if it were theirs
when you get to them you hand them your book
then all you get from them a dirty black look
they give you the cash you f*cking well earned
and before you get out in the box it’s returned
they tell us that sundays a day we can rest
but we’re out in the morning in best battle dress
they tell us as christians to church we must go
so we’re lined up once more in threes in a row
they tell us that someday this war’s going to end
and a nice load of cash we’ll be able to spend
if i had my way they would all of them be
shoveling sh*t on the isle of capri

- sods opera lyrics

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