Bridges
Sharkey
Nutley
Jackson
Thompson (moaner!)

 Well as you can see we've got a new recruit
To this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart
And tell us all of your unfortunate story

 Who me sir?
Yes, you sir!

 Well, I was an innocent man
'Til someone grassed me of a plan
Of earning some big money
If I hadn't mouthed it about
I am sure without doubt
I'd have missed this land of hope and glory

 Well, you poor poor sod
Here you're up sharp at six thirty
Cold shower, down to breakfast
Can't have you looking dirty
I suggest you eats what's given you
even if it doesn't agree with you
'Cos its all you'll be getting
Up until twelve thirty!

 In between this time you stay up in your room
And you can dream of how life could have been

 Two years of my teenage life
Given to this stand to attention life
Of land of hope and glory
I get so bore the time drags by
I think I'll do something dirty
I pick at the floor for juicy butts
And I make myself a smoke
A bog roll, and envelope stick it
Always helps to pass my time

 As the evening drags on you can watch a little telly
Hot Gossip, Pan's People with their little bit of belly
Hot drinks served cold, with the heat of yesterday
Don't complain, learn the game,
and I'll get through another day

 I watch the second hand on the clock
At long last its nine thirty
Off to bed, straight to sleep
As I leave this land of hope and glory
But only for a few seconds am I in ecstacy
Before the bell rings to let me know
Sharp at six thirty

 A one, a two, a six...
Come you lot, come on
Lights out