I’ve tasted stews in Blighty
And in India where it's hot,
But the stew they make in Changi
Is the daddy of the lot:
Changi stew - what a brew'.
T'would shake you if you only knew
What's in that Changi Stew.
There's weeds they've taken from the garden
And there's little bits of grass,
Banana skin, potato peel,
Most anything will pass:
Oh that stew - what a brew.'
They're not too sure it's good for you,
But it's all in that Changi Stew.
Papayas, yams and tapioca
Everything is put in the pot,
There's things you've never seen before
And rather wished you'd not.
The chap who ladles out the stew
He really has the knack,
When finding the odd small piece of meat
To quickly put it back:
They say there'll be improvements
Now the messing funds are due,
And we'll all have lots of M & V
In our Changi Stew.
