Their Clothes Were Wet

In the training hall
Of the NTC
After playing games
Sipping on a Bovril Tea
I saw their happy grins
In a magazine
It was the sixties
So it wasn't obscene

Their Clothes Were Wet
Their Clothes Were Wet
Their Clothes Were Wet
And it was - for the very first time
The very first time

That pot of paste
In the outside bog
Something about it
Made me feel like a dirty dog
Spread it on
Feel its coldness cling
Such a strange desire
Such a good feeling

And my arm was wet
My arm was wet
My arm was wet
And it was - for the very first time
The very first time

In the bed
Had a funny dream
Flying with girls and running rivers
And the swimming streams
In my blue striped jammies
With the fly hole wide
Hit the point of no return
And for the very first time

My hand was wet
Hand was wet
My hand was wet
And it was - for the very first time
The very first time