Summer 1961, Sussex

What a stupid situation Twenty foot above the ground But when I reach the bottom I’m nearly half way round It was Ronnie Hatchard said it Hey boys lets have some fun Go back to camp and do The assault course run Nobody had the senses To say stupid idea Just picked up his glass And finished off his beer And now it’s after midnight And it’s cold and it’s dark And what seemed like such fun Now just aint much of a lark There’s somebody up above me And I think he feels the same He’s steadily pouring curses on Old Ronnie Hatchard’s name My stomach’s feeling queasy There’s a pounding in my head Instead of hanging here I should be in my bed But I bet when we finish There’ll be no beery stagger Just a walk to the billet Full of pride and swagger With Old Ronnie Hatchard Man of the day Sure as night is night Proudly leading the way