Now I worked at MOD Where they're always drinking tea,
 And work from nine to five, five days a week;
But records got my number Now I'm in bloody lumber 
Off to sunny Dhofar with the sheik.
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Oh the Adu is a rebel 
And he lives up in the Jebel 
Always playing with his RCL
But if the RA hack it 
They'll get their guns on bracket 
And they'll blow the fucking Adu all to hell

The flying camel gets you there
 Very yimkin, in a square 
Of old rusty barrels, piled up bits of tin.; 
Not a very welcome mat 
"Latest Models" this and that 
And painted there; "All this and sport thrown in".

Then the bloody siren sounds, 
We have to hide out under ground 
Just to dodge the bits of rocket flying past 
But if you can't find a hole 
Try to make just like a mole 
Or you'll get a bit of shrapnel up your arse.

Situated on the plain, 
Exposed to sun and rain, 
Are the hedgehogs great big holes dug in the ground 
Where the Rockapes lob their bombs 
And the Gimpies sing their songs 
When the ZB finds a contact moving round.

Now when your tour is done 
And you're off back home to mum 
With your panic tan, your Sieko and shemak; 
Forget this promised land, 
That love affair with your right hand 
Or you'll soon be volunteering to come back.