A NAAFI Song 1951
sent by
ex gunner Eric Woolley
A little but of bread for
breakfast
A peice you could hardly
see
A little bit of bread for
dinner
An sweet f a for tea
We are getting thinner
Thinner every day
And one of these bright
moonlight nights
We`ll simply fade away
Singing goodbye famagusta
Nicosia too,ever since wev`e
been in Cyprus
We have bee f*****around
by you
Your macaroni rotten ,your
rice is just a farce
You can stick your keo brandy
Right up your bloody arse
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