Born on the NHS

4 days agoAria v1
[Verse 1] I came out squawkin’ on a Saturday morn, The midwife said, “Another Brit is born!” Wrapped me up in a rationed sheet, And ticked me off on Bevan’s b**t! [Chorus] Born on the N H S, no fee to pay, A cradle rocked in a bold new way. No private purse, no doctor’s debt, Just a bottle, a bonnet, and no regret! [Verse 2] Mum said, “He’s lucky, this little sprout,” “Free teeth, free toes, and a check-up out!” The doc gave me a jolly good prod, Declared me fit by the grace of God! [Chorus] Born on the N H S, no fee to pay, A cradle rocked in a bold new way. No private purse, no doctor’s debt, Just a bottle, a bonnet, and no regret! [Verse 3] The King lit the torch at Wembley’s gate, While rationed bread met its final fate. Záto Pek ran like a man possessed, And Bevan grinned in his Sunday vest! Berlin got sweets from the R A F, While I got jabs and a bubbly bath. The world was mad, but I was new— A Saturday lad in a post-w*r hue! [Final Chorus] Born on the N H S, no fee to pay, A cradle rocked in a bold new way. From cradle to care, through thick and thin, I came out swingin’—and I’m still all in! [Outro]