I have a little drinking pot
It's been everywhere with me
Ive used it every single day
For brewing my Rosie Lee.
I've looked after my pot
With attention and care
Its lovely brown patina
Coating inside everywhere.
It adds a certain depth
To every single brew.
Best pot care tradition, just
One of those things you do.
I'd quickly rinse my pot
Every single day
Just a cold water splash in
The approved squaddie way
Maybe just once a quarter
A quick hot water soak
Care of a man's pot
Just isn't any joke
Of course I wash the outside
Morning noon and night
So that it presents an exterior
Gleaming hygienically white.
I'm sat here in horror
Unhappiness and despair
Somebody's washed my pot,
The patina's no longer there.
The inside now is just
A gleaming joskin white
And I'll swear on my boots
Rosie Lee just don't taste right.
I know who went and did it
But I don't like to say
So I've taken my little pot
And hidden it away..
It may take months to restore it
To its proper brewing state,
But I've got infinite patience
So I'll just watch and wait
As the brown slowly builds
To cover the hideous white.
I know it can't be much longer
Before my Rosie Lee tastes right.
You can steal my girlfriend,
Borrow everything I've got,
But for pity's sake please
Don't touch my brewing pot.
