Fellas, if your girl has a brand new shiny helmet, a pair of kinky boots, a new flak jacket, and a lovely khaki suit, and if she goes on night patrol and holds hands with other people? Then fellas… that is not your girl. It’s the British army and it’s here to take your land.
POV: You're an English ice cream truck driver and you just got your truck serviced by an Irish mechanic. This is the last thing you hear before you die in the blast.
this beat is absolute fire, just like the british vehicles in northen ireland, like this song is a complete banger, also just like british vehicles in northen ireland
I'm a Brit, the Irish have just pulled me in with their rebel songs lol. They range from hilarious to badass and I love it. This song is a prime example of one of the more satirical ones. So much love to my Irish bretheren and brilliant as always, Ayden!
"Oh, I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots. I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit. And when we go on night patrol, we hold eachother's hands, We are the British Army and we're here to take your land!"
Ayden George:(makes a remix of the national anthem of my country) Me:(I sleep but I appreciate it. Thank you) Ayden George:(makes remix of Kinky Boot) Me: (eyes start glowing) “REAL SHIT!”
I drove my Sarsen through your garden last night I kicked your front door down around at midnight Something's telling me, boy, that you're avoiding me And when I find you, you will go for your tea Oh, I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots I've got a lovely new flak jacket and lovely khaki suit And when we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hands For we are the British Army and we're here to take your land My good friend Bertie, he's in the UDR Searching for weapons, he will go near and far Up around by Kappa, you'd never find him there Oh, the only gun he'll get there is an Armalite in his ear Oh, I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots I've got a lovely new flak jacket and lovely khaki suit And when we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hands For we are the British Army and we're here to take your land My good friend Trevor, he's in the RUC But now they've handed him his redundancy Folks along the border won't be seeing him any more That provo sniper will be missing him for sure Oh, I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots I've got a lovely new flak jacket and lovely khaki suit And when we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hands We are the British Army and we're here to take your land My good friend Nigel, he's in the SAS (oh yes, oh yes) He said a child is just as good as the rest (oh yes, oh yes) But now they've gone and posted him way down to Crossmaglen He wished to blazes, he was back in jail again Oh, I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots I've got a lovely new flak jacket and lovely khaki suit And when we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hands We are the British Army and we're here to take your land My good friend Sammy, he's in the DUP An outstanding member, as all the world can see I said, "Go up to Donegal, if you want to have some fun" He said, "I'll take a run there, if I have nothing on" Oh, I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots I've got a lovely new flak jacket and lovely khaki suit And when we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hands We are the British Army and we're here to take your land I drove my Sarsen through your garden last night (sing up the 'ra) I kicked your front door down around at midnight (sing up the 'ra) Something's telling me, boy, that you're avoiding me And when I find you, you will run for your tea Oh, I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots I've got a lovely new flak jacket and lovely khaki suit And when we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hands We are the British Army and we're here to take your land We are the British Army and we're here to take your land
