Don’t Crash the Ambulance
Song by Mark Knopfler
Don't often open up this floor
Since I handed in my gun
What all these keys are for
Now my tour of duty's done
You got to know the switches
Now you got your turn
Watch and learn, junior
Watch and learn
Now you will get your trouble spots
Here's one from down voodoo way
Bragged he had me by the you-know-what's
Very funny, you don't say
The big enchilada
Stealing elections
Had to go down there
Trash collection
Got his cojones on my desk in there
Made into a souvenir
Set of cufflinks, nice pair
The rest of him's someplace up here
Sometimes you got to
Put a shoulder to the door
Not so fast, junior
Listen to your pa
Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do
What we have here's a dung hole place
Thought it was fly $hit on the map
Fat bastard, ugly face
And the personal crap
You can't move the barriers
You can't mess with oil and gas
Had to go down there
Stick a couple of aircraft carriers in his a$$
Fancy dress medals chest
It's all in here for all the gigs
Gas mask bullet-proof vest
All the usual rigs
There'll be things they missed
They didn't mention
You've even got a whistle in there
For attracting attention
Well, I think you're gonna be okay, son
You've had the tour, I guess
These two buttons by the way
This one I hope you never press
Some holy fool, just watch
Who's not like you or me
That one's the whole shooting match
Right there
It's the whole $hitaree
We don't forget who put us here, jack
That's page one
We talk soft but carry a big stick
And pack the biggest gun
We don't like accidents
Major or minor
You don't want yourself an incident
Don't ever invade china here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Here, son
I'm handing over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do
