British Grenadier

Tune: British Grenadier

 

Some die of constipation,
And some of diarrhea.
And some of masturbation,
And some of gonorrhea.
But of all the world's diseases,
There's none that can compare:
With the drip, drip, drip, of the syphilitic prick,
Of a British Grenadier (or Hash House Harrier)

When he goes forth in battle,
His weapon in his hand,
The lasses fall like cattle,
There's none can make a stand.
But when the campaign's over,
It's then he feels so queer:
With the drip, drip, drip, of the syphilitic prick,
Of a British Grenadier (or Hash House Harrier)

And when he does retire,
To take his well-earned rest,
There burns an ancient fire,
To do what he does best.
And yet, the truth is bitter,
There's one thing he does fear:
It's the drip, drip, drip, of the syphilitic prick,
Of a British Grenadier (or Hash House Harrier)

 

Keywords: military, death, disease