It Serves You Right - George Formby

Ever since the days of old the Navy’s ruled the waves

For years they’ve told the world that Britain’s never shall be slaves

The Navy still remembers and you’ll often hear

Them say What Nelson told Napoleon upon Trafalgar day

It serves you right

You shouldn’t have joined, it jolly well serves you right

It serves you right, you shouldn’t have joined

You might have been sitting tight You might have been in Civvy Street

Instead of in the fight But it serves you right

You shouldn’t have joined, it jolly well serves you right

And it’s no use kicking up a row because your nobody’s sweetheart now

You can weep and sigh and pipe your eye but still youre in the fight

It serves you right

You shouldn’t have joined, it jolly well serves you right

I wouldn’t mind the Navy if the blinking ship were still

It’s all this bobbing up and down that makes me feel so ill

The seas alright for sharks and whales and things the like of

That But I’d rather stick my Marlin’s Pike in llkley Moor ba’tat

But It serves me right, I shouldn’t have joined

It jolly well serves me right It serves me right

I shouldn’t have joined, I might have been sitting tight

When I was cleaning windows I would keep em nice and bright But

Now I’m polishing portholes, rubbing them up with all me might

And it’s no use kicking up a row because I’m nobody’s sweetheart now

One day up in the crows nest I was feeling bright and gay '

Til the captain shouted Dont come down, we’ve taken the ship away'

I used to be a chimney sweep in dear old Wigan town

I used to do the lady’s down the street for half a

Crown But now I don’t get nothing for the little jobs I do

I wish I was in Wigan sweeping Mrs

Jones’s flue

But it serves me right, I shouldn’t have joined

It jolly well serves me right It serves me right

I shouldn’t have joined, I might have been sitting tight

I thought in every port I’d get a cuddle every night

But all I’ve done is cuddle a gun and work up an appetite

And it’s no use kicking up a row because I’m nobody’s sweetheart now

There’s a draught around my fore and aft my jumper’s much too tight

I’ve got barnacles on my binnacle and it ruddy well serves me right