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[00:06.784]Oh Mary, this Longmoor’s a wonderful place
[00:12.766]But the organisation’s a ****ing disgrace.
[00:18.885]They stand on the square and they bawl and they shout,
[00:24.745]They shout about things they know ****‑all about.
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[00:31.856]There’s plenty of Naafi tea, oh never mind,
[00:36.806]It’s a brew I’m sure Brook Vaunt never designed.
[00:43.137]The flavour I’m sure no one ever could place,
[00:49.449]But it tastes like a mixture of polish and paste.
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[01:02.740]This Longmoor on Thursdays is lovely to see,
[01:08.590]With sappers all lined up in columns of three.
[01:14.689]’Tis time when the officers sit in their chairs,
[01:20.675]And dish out the money as if it were theirs.
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[01:27.717]When you get to them you hand them your book,
[01:32.827]Then all you get from them a dirty black look.
[01:39.155]They give you the cash you ****ing well earned,
[01:45.312]And before you get out in the box it’s returned.
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[01:58.272]They tell us that Sunday’s a day we can rest,
[02:04.379]But we’re out in the morning in best battle dress.
[02:10.622]They tell us as Christians to church we must go,
[02:16.769]So we’re lined up once more in threes in a row.
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[02:22.977]They tell us that someday this war’s going to end,
[02:28.547]And a nice load of cash we’ll be able to spend.
[02:35.372]If I had my way they would all of them be
[02:43.350]Shovelling **** on the Isle of Capri.