I'm Asking You Sergeant Where's Mine

I'm Asking You Sergeant Where's Mine

I'm lying in bed I'm in room twenty-six

Thinking on things that I've done

Like drinking with squaddies and bulling my boots

I'm counting the medals I've won

These Hospital wards there all (draft) looking joints (drab)?

But the sealing is much as I seen

It ca do with a wi' touch of paper or paint

But then again maybe that's me

Oh sergeant is this the adventure you mend

When I put my name down on the line

Oh that talk of computers and sunshine and skies

Oh I'm asking you sergeant where's mine

I have a brother in Glasgow wi' long curly hair

When I joint up he says I was daft

He says shouldn't strangers just dastny his gain

That brother of mine is ni' soft

Well I can put up for most things I've done in me time

I can even put up with the pains

But what do you do, with a gun in your hand

When you're faced with a hundred odd wanes

Oh sergeant is this the adventure you mend

When I put my name down on the line

Oh that talk of computers and sunshine and skies

Oh I'm asking you sergeant where's mine