Speranza
To the tune of "What a friend we have in Jesus"
when this lousy war is over
no more soldiering for me,
when I get my civvy clothes on
o how happy I shall be
no more church parades on Sunday
no more begging for a pass.
you can tell the sergeant-major to stick his passes up his arse.
no more NCOs to curse me
no more rotten army stew
you can tell the old cook-sergeant, to stick his stew right up his flue.
no more sergeants bawling pick it up & put it down
if I meet the ugly bastard I'll kick his arse all over town
Saturday, December 15, 2012
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