I drove my Saracen through
Your garden last night
I kicked your front door
Down around at midnight
Oh something's telling me boy
You're avoiding me
And when I find you, you will go for your tea
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet
And a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket
And a lovely khaki suit
And when we go on night patrol
We hold each other's hands
We are the British Army and we're
Here to take your land