[Verse 1]
I came out squawkinâ on a Saturday morn,
The midwife said, âAnother Brit is born!â
Wrapped me up in a rationed sheet,
And ticked me off on Bevanâs 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 doctorâs debt,
Just a bottle, a bonnet, and no regret!
[Verse 2]
Mum said, âHeâs lucky, this little sprout,â
âFree teeth, free toes, and a check-up out!â
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 doctorâs debt,
Just a bottle, a bonnet, and no regret!
[Verse 3]
The King lit the torch at Wembleyâs gate,
While rationed bread met its final fate.
ZĂĄto 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 newâ
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 swinginââand Iâm still all in!
[Outro]