GOLDEN DOLPHINS

(TO THE TUNE OF GREEN BERET)

GOLDEN DOLPHINS ON HIS CHEST,
SHOWS HE ONE OF THE BEST,
A KILLER BREED, ONE OF THE FEW,
A MAN LIKE ME, A MAN LIKE YOU.

BENEATH THE SEA HE SPENDS HIS TIME,
PLAYS THE WAR-TIME PANTOMIME,
HATES GENERAL SERVICE DESPERATELY,
SIX MONTHS IN BOATS, THE BIG O.D.

HE PAST HIS TEST WITH COXN JIM,
I THINK HE MUST BE MUNCHING HIM,
YET THROUGH IT ALL, HE'LL ALWAYS BE,
A LOW LIFE MAN AND A GREEN PART THREE.

HIS HAT IS BENT, HIS EIGHTS ARE TORN,
HIS HAIR IS LONG, HIS BOOTS ARE WORN,
A JACKY B******D, RIGHT ENOUGH,
A FEED OF A**E, A FEED OF CHUFF.

ONE MORNING AT HANDS TURN TO,
HE REVEALS HIS NEW TATTOO,
AND THE DESIGN, I THINK YOU'VE GUESSED,
GOLDEN DOLPHINS ON HIS CHEST.