
“I drove my Saracen through your garden last night, sing up the RA, I kicked your front door in around at midnight, sing up the RA, but something’s telling me boy that you’re avoiding me, and when I find 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 lonely khaki suit, and when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands, we are the British army and were here to take your land!”
“In Ireland many years ago or so the legend says, St.Patrick roamed the hills and lands to drive the snakes away, but know we have another saint that’s bad news for the crown, his name is One Shot Paddy and it’s Brit’s that he will hound *Crack* the Brit’s are lookin worried they’ve all gone underground, if One Shot Paddy sees them, they know their going down, so the next time that you see the Brit’s with their faces full of right, remember One Shot Paddy and the crack of his Armalite *Crack*