When This Lousy War Is Over |
from WWI trenches
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.
2. When this lousy war is over | 3. 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! 1a. 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! |