Sargeant Wheres Mine?

I'm lyin' in bed, I'm in room twenty-six

Thinkin' on things that I've done

Like drinkin' wi' squaddies and bullin' my boots

I'm countin' the medals I've won

These hospital wards are such drab lookin' joints

But the ceiling's as much as I see

It could do with a wee touch of paper or paint

But then again, maybe that's me

Oh, Sergeant, is this the adventure you meant

When I put my name down on the line

All yer talk of computers and sunshine and skis

Oh, I'm askin' you, sergeant, where's mine

I've a brother in Glasgow wi' long, curly hair

When I joined up he said I was daft

He said shootin' strangers just wisnae his game

That brother of mine is nae saft

But I can put up wi' most things I've done in the time

I can even put up with the pain

But what do you do with a gun in your hand

And youre facin’ a hundred odd wanes