Letra
Ver letra con acordes
verse 1:
These are your orders - seems like it s do it or die
So please read them closely, When you ve read them be sure that you eat them up -
They re specially flavoured with Burgundy, Tizer and Rye
Twelve sheets of foolscap: don t ask me why.
verse 2:
We hit the jungle, Just as it starts to monsoon:
Our maps showed no rainfall. All the boys were depressed by this cirtance
"Trust in the weather" said less agricultural men
Who gives birth to more farmhands, don t ask me why.
Fifteen was chosen because he was dumb, seven because he was blind:
I got the job because I was so mean, while somehow appearing so kind.
Drifting about through the cauliflower trees with a cauliflower ear for the birds,
The squadron assembled what senses they had and this is the sound that they heard...
Instrumental:
verse 3:
Back at headquarters, khaki decisions are made
File under "Futile": that should give you its main point of reference
It s all so confusing, what with pythons and then deadly flies
But to them, it s a picnic, don t ask me why.
Thirteen was chosen because of his luck, eleven because of his feet:
One got signed up for exceptional pluck, another because he was mute.
Roaming about through the gelatine swamps with a gelatine eye on the stripes,
The squadron assembled what senses they had and this is the sound that they heard...
Outro:
Back in Blighty, there was you There were milkmen every morning
But these endless shiny trees, never used to be that way.
(repeat until fade)
These are your orders - seems like it s do it or die
So please read them closely, When you ve read them be sure that you eat them up -
They re specially flavoured with Burgundy, Tizer and Rye
Twelve sheets of foolscap: don t ask me why.
verse 2:
We hit the jungle, Just as it starts to monsoon:
Our maps showed no rainfall. All the boys were depressed by this cirtance
"Trust in the weather" said less agricultural men
Who gives birth to more farmhands, don t ask me why.
Fifteen was chosen because he was dumb, seven because he was blind:
I got the job because I was so mean, while somehow appearing so kind.
Drifting about through the cauliflower trees with a cauliflower ear for the birds,
The squadron assembled what senses they had and this is the sound that they heard...
Instrumental:
verse 3:
Back at headquarters, khaki decisions are made
File under "Futile": that should give you its main point of reference
It s all so confusing, what with pythons and then deadly flies
But to them, it s a picnic, don t ask me why.
Thirteen was chosen because of his luck, eleven because of his feet:
One got signed up for exceptional pluck, another because he was mute.
Roaming about through the gelatine swamps with a gelatine eye on the stripes,
The squadron assembled what senses they had and this is the sound that they heard...
Outro:
Back in Blighty, there was you There were milkmen every morning
But these endless shiny trees, never used to be that way.
(repeat until fade)