Down in the Bunker

Ive been cast into the mould of new times
Ive been gassed behind enemy lines
I was the last one from two thousand and one young squaddies
I thought to myself, 'Its got to be a dream'
Thats when I noticed this hole in the green
And the girl in the bunker revealing her beautiful body
Well, there were handicaps all around
But I had to get into that hole in the ground
Though the grass was covered in blood and the green was muddy
I took my aim but I missed the shot
And it landed right down in the spot
Where the girl in the bunker was flashing her beautiful body
I stripped off my uniform when I saw the sign which read:
'No squaddies in the clubhouse after half past nine, youre dead!
Members are requested, please dont play the green thats red--
And please dont lose your balls down in the bunker!'
So I stepped into the clubhouse, I had my birthday-suit disguise
I must have looked suspicious, they could see it in my eyes
'Members must be covered, kindly button up your flies--
And please dont lose your balls down in the bunker!'
Ive been cast into the mold of new times
Ive been gassed behind enemy lines
The last one from two thousand and one young squaddies
I woke up and the room was green
And when the nurse came on the scene
She was the girl from the bunker-- oh, what a beautiful body!