B
by Colin Newman
From the album: A-Z
Track 12 of 12 on A-Z (1980).
Lyrics for B
In the army we were marching, we were waiting for our rations But there's something in the climate that can surely kill my temper But the food's all mine, yes I got to make a statement It's a pity they've forgotten how to say it I'm sure that you're beside yourself, but I can only shrug Another situation with another set of rules Counting 1 2 3 beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep