Sergeant, Where's Mine? - Billy Connolly - Cover - Pockets
I'm lyin' in bed, I'm in room twenty-six

Thinkin' o' things that I've done

Like drinkin' wi' squaddies and bullin' my boots

I'm countin' the medals I've won

These hospital wards they're all drab lookin' joints

But the ceiling's as much as I see

Could do with a wee touch of paper or paint

But then again, maybe that's me

Chorus: Oh sergeant, is this the adventure you meant

When I put my name down on the line

All that 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 says shootin' strangers just is nae 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 pains

But what do you do with a gun in your hand

When you're faced with a hundred odd weans

I pronounced bullin' wrong. Its supposed to be pronounced "Boolin"

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