Operation Mincemeat: a new musical

So you dreamt of being a pilot But you never got to fly So you dreamt of sailing the seven seas But never got to try Well, let navy lads get soaking We'll all stay nice and dry We shout to all the soldiers, "Jump" And hear them shout, "How high?" For we were made to give the orders While lesser men take heed For some were born to follow But we were born to lead Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to MI5 You're sure to save the nation Nanny told me in my cot "For your father gave you courage" Also ponies, and that yacht My centuries of breeding I know they'll fail me not For fortune favours bravery And a fortune's what I've got Oh, yes, some boys go to battle But we're a different breed For some were born to follow But we were born to lead We are the masters (we are the masters) We are the clever men who hold the reins For who needs guns when you've got brains You'll see forever after (forever after) And when this war is done and fades to dust The world will turn and say to us That we were born to lead When I was a young explorer (yes) I discovered a new breed of trout (what?) It leapt into my kayak and just briefly knocked me out (sorry, what?) The feeling was quite magical when it slapped me on the mouth It made the local papers, "Rare Fish Attacks Boy Scout" It's still my proudest moment Of that I have no doubt For some were born to follow But I was born to find trout Right, uh, new to MI5, are you? Uh, no, I've worked here for six years Oh, right Yes, you're drinking out of my mug Oh, right It's, uh, got a picture of my face on it Oh, right! Charles Cholmondeley, scientist Ewen Montagu, Naval Intelligence I know Of course, you do Well, we know who to call if we there's a fish mishap Ladies, better keep you're eyes on this chap Come on, men, we've Hitlers to dispatch Quite right, lads, but the problem is that All of mainland Europe is under Adolf's thumb So we're staging our invasion and the countdown has begun Our sights are set on Sicily, that stronghold of the Hun But the island's packed with a hundred thousand German men with guns And if we cannot storm the beaches It's sure to spell defeat If the muscle-men can't do it Call the masters of deceit Morning, gentlemen! Oh, Colonel Bevan sir Watch out, boys, the big boss is here Welcome to military deception Now, as you all know, the next allied invasion target is Sicily And the key to invading Sicily is not invading Sicily I'm sorry, what? Or at least that's what the enemy is going to think We're going to convince the Germans That we're headed for somewhere else instead Sardinia, to be exact Oh, uh, a misdirection Exactly! So we're going to win this war with a magic trick? How else do we make a hundred thousand German troops disappear?