Your Country Say\'s it Needs You
For as far as the eye could see
Khaki clad young lads lined up
Keen to swap their old flat caps
For new tin hats
Thats the way they were in them
Days
Waved off or shooed from
Platforms steamy, cold and grey
From shiny front door steps and mats
Sent on their way…
With nowt but a kiss or a hug or a
Shoulder pat
By ma’s in their curlers, aprons and
Hand crochet shawls .. but then
That’s the way they were them days
Not to mention the dads with their
Braces, their boots and cravats,
All short back n sides, moustaches
And this and their that’s…
That’s the way they were them days
Oh’ and let’s not forget all those
Back before Christmas son chats
Those belly laughs, the lighting of fags
And the nods and the winks…
That’s the way they were them days
Remember that stiff upper lip son
That duty calls, for king and for
Country you don’t have to have balls
It’ll all be over by Christmas, the fools
That’s the way it was them days