We're not marching off to war We're marching on one spot We make so bold, as to do just what we're told Ask us what we're frightened of, we'll answer, 'what yer got?' Corporal Cook has got a cough Sergeant Smith feels sad I do my best, to get through every test But something's wrong – I'm feeling strong! Perhaps I'm going mad! Try to get a grip - relax the upper lip Keep it gloomy and be glad
Health and safety is your only wealth Chide me, chafe me Save me from myself I'm the sum, I'm the fool Wants me mum, give me some One to send me back to school Health and safety, what's it all about Put that pint down, stub the gasper out' Knock me down, lock me down Strewth and flippin' 'eck It's always the working man gets it in the neck
When we go out on patrol We keep ourselves in check No time to free a cat stuck up a tree You might get fleas, or allergies, or fall and break your neck Don't jump off that river bank To save a drowning man Think what you'd get, apart from soaking wet Might as well jump from the fire into the frying pan Stay just slightly stressed - you know it's for the best They're always going to have a plan
Health and safety is your only wealth Chide me, chafe me Save me from myself I'm the sum, I'm the fool Wants me mum, give me some One to send me back to school Health and safety, what's it all about Put that pint down, stub the gasper out' Knock me down, lock me down Strewth and flippin' 'eck It's always the working man gets it in the neck
So count yourself as blessed 'Cause 'they' know what is best They're always going to have a plan ... (well, aren't they?!)
Health and safety is your only wealth Chide me, chafe me Save me from myself I'm the sum, I'm the fool Wants me mum, give me some One to send me back to school Health and safety, what's it all about Put that pint down, stub the gasper out' Knock me down, lock me down Strewth and flippin' 'eck It's always the working man gets it in the neckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
