‘Sid Carroll and me were schoolboys together and started work together… We decided we’d join up because everyone was simply flocking to join the forces – you was taught at school that ‘Britannia Rules the Waves’, you was Big King Dick, you owned the world practically. You had to go quick in case it was all finished… To go to a War, it seemed magnificent.You was eager to get there to see what it was like.’ Hawtin Mundy of New Bradwell
lyrics
Song of the Recruits
J Cunningham
Quick, let’s get our tickets for the show!
It’ll be over by next Christmas Day.
The others will have a jolly good laugh at us if we never go,
They’ll march about with their medals on,
The girls will kiss them one by one,
Better drink up quick, we’re joining right away.
Chorus:
Oh, we love our army Khaki shirts
Goodbye to mucky old civvy street
The Kaiser’s going to feel our feet
‘Cos we’re going to kick him where it hurts.
Look at all the handsome swaggering lads
Lining up to fight for God and King.
Their country has invited them, they answer with one voice:
We’re not afraid of the beastly Hun
We’re worried that we’ll miss the fun,
While we’re waiting here, we can stand and sing-
Chorus
Mr.Thomas is a swanky city gent.
Look at his suit, it’s made in Saville Row
But when he’s a brand new Tommy and to battle he is sent,
He’ll march across in his bowler hat,
And ask the Bosch what they’re playing at,
They’ll be so flabbergasted they’ll pack their bags and go-
Chorus
Johnny’s off a Buckinghamshire farm
With a nut-brown face and muscles in their prime.
You’ll feel a piece of iron if he’s asked to present his arm.
His scythe is not for cutting grass,
It’s as sharp as a piece of shattered glass,
When he mows those Germans down, they’ll know he’s Father Time-
Chorus
Factory lad is here and he’s Jack Bull,
He’s sweated hard, he’s proud he never shirks.
With just a thousand Jack’s in the pack the Army would be full.
He learned to fight in Wolverton town.
His strike will knock the blighters down
And in hand-to-hand he’ll throw a spanner in the works
Chorus
Oh, we love our army Khaki shirts
Goodbye to mucky old civvy street
The Kaiser’s going to feel our feet
‘Cos we’re going to kick him where it,
We’re going to kick him where it,
We’re going to kick him where it hurts!
credits
from A Bob A Bloody Day,
released August 17, 2019
Words & music: J Cunningham
Brad Bradstock: lead vocal; guitar
Marion Hill: backing vocal
Sue Malleson: backing vocal
Chris Mitchell: guitar; backing vocal
Godfrey Yeomans: bass guitar
Recorded 2019 by Mike Crofts, MCA Studios (mcastudios.co.uk)
Mixed by Brad Bradstock & Kevin Adams
An acoustic quintet with an emphasis on strong vocals to deliver both songs and the spoken word depicting the experiences of
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