Stiff Upper Lip

Stiff upper lip
There’s a good lad
Come down the pub
It cant be that bad
It wasn’t much fun
When we fought the Hun
I fought for five years
It ended in tears
Basra you say
We went up that way
Lost some good blokes
Fancy a smoke?
So Stiff upper lip
There’s a good lad
Come down the pub
Oh why so sad?

© Tony McNally