Speranza
When this lousy war is over
No more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy
clothes on,
Oh 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.
When this lousy war is over
No more
soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh how happy I shall
be.
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.
When this
lousy war is over
No more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes
on,
Oh how happy I shall be.
No more Sergeants bawling,
'Pick it up'
and 'Put it down'
If I meet the ugly bastard
I'll kick his arse all over
town!
When this bleeding war is over;
No more soldiering for
me.
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh! How happy I shall be.
No more
church parades on Sundays,
No more asking for a pass.
We can tell the
Sergeant Major
To stick his passes up his arse!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
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