sometimes I wear my medals,
sometimes folk ask me
what are they for?
I tell them, they nod and sometimes
put a little extra in my begging bowl.

but I'm ok tonight,
got my whisky in my
brown paper bag,
got my brown cardboard box
that I call my home and
I've got Kevin's sleeping bag
to keep me nice and warm,
poor old Kev he don't need it no more,
it was that aids that did for Kev.

sometimes after the whisky
I fall asleep humming
the British  Grenadier.