| Quartermaster Store Chorus: My eyes are dim, I cannot see I have not brought my specks with me I have not brought my specks with me There were llamas, llamas, wearing pink pyjamas In the store, in the store There were llamas, llamas wearing pink pyjamas In the quartermaster store There was cheese, cheese with shocking dirty knees... Eggs,eggs on little bandy legs... Lard, lard they sell it in the yard... Kippers, kippers that go about in slippers... Beans, beans as big as submarines... Steak, steak that keeps us all awake... Bread, bread like great big lumps of lead... Cakes, cakes that give us tummy aches... |