Language   

I Don't Want To Be A Soldier

Anonymous
Back to the song page with all the versions


OriginalScopro su Music Hall Lyrics che le tante versioni, più o meno ...
I DON'T WANT TO BE A SOLDIER

I don't want to be a soldier
I don't want to go to war.
I would rather hang around
Piccadilly's underground
And live upon the earnings of a high born lady.

I don't want a bullet up me arse hole,
Nor want me bloomin' buttocks shot away.
No, I'd rather stay in England,
jolly, jolly England,
And fornicate me bloomin' life away,
Gor blimey!

I DON’T WANT TO BE A SOLDIER

I don't want to be a soldier
I don't wanna go to war
I'd rather stay at home, around the streets to roam
And live on the earnings of a lady typist
I don't want a bayonet in my belly
Don't want my buttocks shot away
I'd rather stay in England
In merry, merry England
And bore the Captain's ruddy life away, cor blimey!

On Monday I touched on the ankle,
Tuesday I touched her on the knee....
Wednesday I had success,
She lifted up her dress,
Thursday, she touched me cor blimey,
Friday I had me hand upon it
Saturday she gave me balls a tweak,
And on Sunday after supper,
I rammed the fucker up her,
And now I'm paying thirty bob a week, cor blimey!

I don't want to joint the army,
I don't want to go to war...
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly Underground,
Living off the earnings of a high-born lady,
I don't want a bayonet up me arsole,
I don't want me bollocks shot away,
No! I'd rather live in England,
In merrie merrie England,
And fornicate me fucking life away, cor blimey!


Back to the song page with all the versions

Main Page

Note for non-Italian users: Sorry, though the interface of this website is translated into English, most commentaries and biographies are in Italian and/or in other languages like French, German, Spanish, Russian etc.




hosted by inventati.org