Don't Crash The Ambulance - 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, stealin' 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 handin' over to you

Don’t crash the ambulance

Whatever you do

What we have here’s a dung hole place

Thought it was fly shit on the map

Fat bastard, ugly face, ooh 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 aircraft carriers in his ass

Fancy dress, medals chest, it’s all in here, for all the gigs

Gas mask bulletproof 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

If I had the tour, I guess

These two buttons by the way

This one I hope you never press

Some holy fool, just watch, not like you or me

That one’s the whole shootin' match

Right there, it’s the whole shitaree

We don’t forget who put us here, Jack

That’s page one we talk soft

Carry a big stick, 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 handin' over to you

Don’t crash the ambulance

Ohh, here son

I’m handin' over to you

Don’t crash the ambulance

Whatever you do