A song from "The Square Peg". Lyrics.

A song from "The Square Peg"


(Drill sergeant) Eyes right! Quick march!


A square peg
In the round hole.
You're in the army now
Trying it out!
Left! Left! l had a good job that l left!
l was a tailor, a tailor of repute
Did they make me a tailor?
Not on your Sunday suit!
A frying fish, a stewing meat
A treacle pudding is a treat
Do we have lover-ly grub to eat, sir?
Not on your ruddy life!
l was a cook, sir, a chef at the Savoy
Did they make me a cook, sir?
Not on your saveloy!
l'm on ablutions all the time,
up to my neck in grease and grime
They call me Samuel Number 9, sir!
Oh, it's a ruddy life
l was a valet, l dressed the very best
Did they make me a batman?
Not on your battledress!
Carrying Wrens and hand grenades,
out on all commando raids
l get it more at paper rates, sir!
Not on your ruddy life!