Chords for Army Catering Corps Sketch 2 Ronnies.mp4

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[Dm] Now if you [F] want a great [G] career, then [G] come on [E] here, the [C] girls will cheer, [C] my lads.
And if you're fond of fun and [Gm] beer, then come on here, get [F] in the gear, my lads.
[Dm] Come and join the army, [Gm] ever so, ever [Dm] so spick and span, in the [D] British Army [G] a man can be [C] a man.
[F] Say if you want a life that's grand, the He-Man [C] Band are in demand, [E] my lads.
The sergeant majors meet [C] the band, [Gm] they understand, they hold [F] your hand, my lads.
[Dm] Come and join the [Gm] army, gullies, [Dm] jolly and alder short, in the British Army, [G] Catholics going [C] to war today, my lads.
Come be in [F] the army, catering corps, [C] the catering corps [F] knows what it's [C] for.
We're marching to [F] Zan in petty force, [Dm] it's jam [C] puffs and fairy cakes [G] and hell in hell. _ _
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You'll find lots of men like [C] to drill with a [Em] brain, when they're home [Am] on the range with [D] a rifle.
But [G] here in the corps, we get thrills by the score, doing things with [Am] a bun and [G] a try. _
We will find a book, [C] and the book that [G] we caught by [Em] was wrote [Am] by the great [D] Mrs.
[E] Beaton.
[G] But here in the mess, they suggest our address should be changed to [Am] Rockall [D] or [G] Nuneaton.
[Eb] The soldiers cough pimpet tooths for our pinky [Bb] duffel prunes, and [Fm] brigades form a queue when it's curry, [Eb] vindaloo.
Off they march double quick, and it really goes [Ab] to show, that a good British [Eb] curry keeps [E] the [F] army on the go. _
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Oh, we did to Buffy on Saturday night, [D] terribly smart and [F] terribly bright, majors [C] at the time of their life.
[Bb] Especially with the brigadier's [F] wife, who was getting quite [G] amorous on [Gm] champagne.
She likes a little [F] bit now and again.
[G] Bed to rack, [C] built like a tank and remarkably salty plate.
Here is Cornwall, [G] Kettering, where his [Bb] birth, marked distinctly [F] his and hers.
Lady [Gm] Felicity earning applause, winning a raffle and [G] losing her drawers.
And [G] just like that, the crew sat on the fort and drunk to spoof.
Into the lodge, [C] take on charge, the [G] brigadier's [C] wife and suit.
They were having a great [Gm] big slap [C] bang huge [G] success.
The [Gm] officers there, they got [F] one hell of a mess. _
[D] And the colonel left the party in a [G] small black [F] dress.
What [G] a terribly, terribly, terribly, terribly day of success.
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[G] _ _ _ [C] Now I'm a popular pastry cook, my puddings are ever so light.
There's one little dish that girls all wish for every Saturday night.
It's roly poly, roly poly, never had before.
A roly poly, roly poly, just a little [Ab] bit more.
[Db] A sailor went sailing around the world and came back to [Ab] the coast.
[Db] As he got off the yacht, I asked him what it was [Fm] he missed the most.
[F] It's roly poly, [Eb] roly poly, never had before.
[F] It's roly poly, roly poly, he'd been angry before.
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_ _ _ My auntie Nellie was fighting fit [Gb] when she was a hundred and three.
A man from the telly, he asked, oh Nellie, said, what she gets a tea?
It's roly poly, roly poly, [A] it's a dinged dew.
[E] A roly poly, roly poly, till I'm a hundred and four.
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_ _ _ [Eb] We don't go out and manoeuvre as much, how much, it's rather [G] dire.
But [Bb] our meringues have a lovely touch the colonels [Eb] all admire.
[Cm] When the bugler blows his trumpet, we'll [Fm] ignore it, it can lump it.
But we'll stay home and toast our [G] trumpets round the [Bb] Yaxley Fair.
[Eb] There's lots of praise for our canapés, they're what the [G] gourmets seek.
And [Fm] people say that our [Bb] pork patty's got flavours quite [Eb] unique.
[Cm] Fanny Craddock starts to waver, Egon Rowney says the flavour drives him mad.
The kitchen [F] cat's been missing for a [G] week.
[Gm] We call his team the one for all the swat, we boat it [F] up in batch.
A lovely brew [Cm] called New and True, [F] the soldiers [Gm] call it [Eb] Nets.
In the [Gm] Army, in the Army, [G] life's a numpin' right [E] about. _
Check the [Eb] salt in that my country corn.
It's haddock and chips and navy ships and in the RAF.
They're making the most of beans [F] on toast till Jekyll and Hyde makes [Gm] them deaf. _
In the Navy, in the Navy, [G] they've got cockles [Gm] in the gravy.
But it don't [Fm] affect us [Eb] for we're in the country corn.
We're rather short to thrive, it's in the King's ring [Cm] corn.
The officers [Ab] will have [Bb] to [G] raff it.
The [Eb] Colonel says we've got to roast one chicken [Ab] more.
[Gb] I'll go and [Eb] tell the [Bb] Brigadier to start.
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_ [Eb] _ Peace and war does work the [Cm] law.
You'll never [Ab] get a crafty carver.
[Eb] I've really got to bake [Cm] a cake [G] before [Ab] it's out.
[Am] I think I'll try [Eb] a tart when [Bb] I've had [G] supper.
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_ _ We've got, what have we got, what have we [G] got?
A Rissolt!
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[Gb] _ [Gb] Rissolt!
Feed and pat and run, it's not half a crown.
[Abm] Army Rissolts are [Bb]
renowned.
[Eb] And when they boo our [Gm] Irish stew, we'll say [Eb] you too.
We made a hush of bangers [Bb] and mash, it's true.
_ [Ab] And so that's the [C] reason when you ask [Fm] what's upon [C] the menu.
We [Bb] say [A] Rissolt and the best of [Eb] luck to you. _ _ _ _ _ _
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