When this bloody war is over
Oh, how happy I will be;
When I get my civvy clothes on
No more soldiering for me.
No more church parades on Sunday
No more begging for a pass;
I will tell the Sergeant Major
To stuff his passes up his ass.
I will sound my own reveille
I will beat my own tattoo;
No more NCOs to curse me,
No more fucking Army stew.
Oh, how happy I will be;
When I get my civvy clothes on
No more soldiering for me.
No more church parades on Sunday
No more begging for a pass;
I will tell the Sergeant Major
To stuff his passes up his ass.
I will sound my own reveille
I will beat my own tattoo;
No more NCOs to curse me,
No more fucking Army stew.
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