Land of dust and sweaty socks,
Sin and sand and lot's of rocks,
Streets of sorrow, streets of shame,
Streets to which we give no name,
Streets of filth and stinking dogs,
Harlots, thieves and pestering wogs,
Clouds of dust that send you blind,
And drive poor blokes off their mind.
Aching hearts and aching feet,
Gypo's guts and camel meat.
The Arab's heaven, but soldiers hell,
Land of bastards fare thee well.
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