[Verse]
I'm lying in bed, I'm in room twenty-six,
Thinking on things that I've have done,
Like drinking with squaddies and pulling my boots,
I'm counting the medals I've won.

These hospital wards are all drab looking joints,
But the ceiling's as much as I see,
It could do with a lick of paper or paint,
But then again maybe that's me.

[Chorus]
Oh, sergeant, is this the adventure you meant,
When I put my name down on the line?
All this talk of computers, and sunshine and skis,
All I'm asking you sergeant where mine?

[Verse]
I've a brother in Glasgow with long curly hair,
When I joined up he said I was daft,
For shooting at strangers just isn't his game,
That brother of mine is neigh soft.

I can put up with most things I've done in my time,
I can even put up with the pains,
Oh, but what do you do with a gun in your hand,
When your faced with a hundred odd wains.

[Chorus]
Oh, sergeant, is this the adventure you meant,
When I put my name down on the line?
All this talk of computers, and sunshine and skis,
All I'm asking you sergeant where mine?
All I'm asking you sergeant where mine?.