Yawn, what's the
time?
I was trying to get some sleep
Attention,
aah!
Bridges
Sharkey
Nutley
Jackson
Thompson
(master!)
Well, as you can see we've got a new recruit
to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart
and tell us all of your unfortunate story
Who me, sir?
Yes, you sir!
I was an innocent man till
someone grassed me of a plan
Of earning some big-a-money
If If If I hadn't mouthed it about,
I am sure without doubt
I'd 'ave missed this land of hope
and glory
Well, you poor, poor sod,
here you're up sharp at six-thirty
Cold Cold shower, down to breakfast,
can't have you looking dirty
I suggest you eat what's given you even
if it doesn't agree with you
'Cause it's all you're be getting
up until twelve-thirty
In-between it's it's it's time to stay up in your room,
you can dream of life's good things
Two years of my teen age life given
to this stand-to-attention life
life
life
Of land of hope and glory
I get so bored as time goes by,
I think I'll do something dirty
I pick at the floor for juicy butts
and I'll make myself a smoke
A bog roll and envelope stick-it,
all all this helps to pass my time
As the evening drags on,
you can watch a little telly
Hot Gossip pans people
with a little bit of belly
Hot drink served cold with
the heat of yesterday
Don't complain,
learn the game and you'll get through another day
I watch the second hand on the clock at long-last,
it's it's nine thirty
Off to bed, straight to sleep as I leave
this land of hope and glory
But only for a few seconds am I in ecstasy
Before the bell rings to let me know,
sharp at six-thirty
A-one, a-two, a-six, a-ta'
Come Come Come Come Come Come
on you lot,
come on, lights out