| Lyrics: | Bloodsport for all said Corporal Flash
And shoved me in a room full of C.S. gas
Stuck me
in a wet-suit to dry off in the sun
And fed me pet food, Kit-e-Kat and Chum
Stand up and
beg said Sergeant Kirby
Lay down, play dead for Di and Fergie
Roll up, roll up goes the
revielle
Abuse the bugle boy of Company B
Suffer in silence said Brigadier General
Holmes
Or change your name to Smith or Jones
Learn to live with all the death threat
notes
The big bananas and the racist jokes
Stand up and beg said Sergeant Kirby
Lay
down, play dead for Di and Fergie
Roll up, roll up goes the revielle
Abuse the bugle boy
of Company B
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And the coldeest stream guards of them all
Sang God Save
the Queen and Bloodsport for All
While we're on the subject,
I've been called a
spade
Single filed in public
With my privates on parade
I hope my feet go
flat
Before I hang myself
Because I can't take this crap
I'm going
A.W.O.L.
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