In 1987 Gustav Siegfied Eins Der Chef Paul Saunders came to England to take part in a documentary for Anglia TV. Walking around the grounds of RAG on a cold snowy winter’s day, he told me about the parties in the early days of GSI. On his return to Switzerland he sent me a script of a piece he wrote and performed at one of those parties when all of the select few who where involved came to visit RAG.
F.S.D.
This is the Chef that Jack Built
This if you like is the voice on the mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
This is the gent
That lives to invent
Any dope you like
For the voice on the mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
This is the Guy
That fakes a lie
As good as the gent
That lives to invent
Any dope you like
For the voice on the mike
That sounds like the chef that Jack built
This is the chap
That filled the gap
With a lie of the Guy
Who’s as good as the gent
That lives to invent
Any dope you like
For the voice on the mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
This is the station
Of black operation
Where the chap with the gap
And the guy with the lie
And the gent invent
Any dope you like
For the voice on the Mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
This is the Sphinx
That holds her wings
Over the station of black operation
Where the chap with the gap
And the guy with the lie
And the gent invent
Any dope you like
For the voice on the mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
This is the girl with the curl
That files and finds
All sorts and kinds
For the Sphinx with the wings
And the Chap with the gap
And the guy with the lie
And the gent who lives to invent
Any dope you like For the voice on the mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
This is Mrs Maddy
Who feeds Uncle and daddy
And the girl with the curl
And the Sphinx with the wings
And the Chap with the gap
And the guy with the lie
And the gent who lives to invent
Any dope you like For the voice on the mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
This is the Navy
That provides the Gravy
For the stories we like
To put out on the mike
That are filed by the Girl
With the golden curl
In the house of the Sphinx
That holds her wings
Over the station
Of black operation
Where the chap with the Gap
And the guy with the lie
And the gent who lives to invent
Any dope you like For the voice on the mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
This is the Big Chief
Of the tribe of MEW
The great expert
On butter and dirt
That like the Navy
Provides some gravy
for the stories we like
to put out on the mike
that are filed by the girl
with the golden curl
in the house of the Sphinx
that holds her wings
over the station
of black operation
Where the chap with the Gap
And the guy with the lie
And the gent who lives to invent
Any dope you like For the voice on the mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
And this is the Nestor
The oldest investor
Of brains and pains
Who decradled the station
Of black operation
Where the chap with the Gap
And the guy with the lie
And the gent who lives to invent
Any dope you like For the voice on the mike
That sounds like the Chef that Jack built
But who is the Jack
That built the Chef
That made the gent invent
That taught the Chef to shout and cry
And the guy to lie and the chap with the gap to try and try ??
It’s a man with whaffeling navel and soles
His fly buttons open his pants full of holes
It’s a man who’s wits work the other way round
Who’s found black pearls that nobody found
It’s a man you never approach in vain
When you haven’t a bloody thought on your brain
A man who’ll never forgive me for not
Having once planted Scheiss in the whole of this plot
It’s the Chef’s creator producer and ghost
It’s Uncle to whom I offer my toast.