I Don't Want To Be A Soldier
Anonymous
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I DON'T WANT TO BE A SOLDIER I don't want the Sergeant's shilling, (1) I don't want to be shot down; I'm really much more willing To make myself a killing, Living off the pickings of the Ladies of the Town; Don't want a bullet up my bumhole, Don't want my cobblers minced with ball; (2) For if I have to lose 'em Then let it be with Susan Or Meg or Peg or any whore at all, Gorblimey! On Monday I touched her on the ankle, On Tuesday I touched her on the knee; On Wednesday such caresses As I got inside her dresses, On Thursday she was moaning sweetly; On Friday I had my fingers in it, On Saturday she gave my balls a wrench; And on Sunday after supper, I had the fucker up her, And now she's got me up before the Bench, Gorblimey! | 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! |
(1) "Sergeant's shilling": si riferisce ai reclutatori dell'esercito, alle The Press Gang che per qualche scellino, una sbronza e a suon di botte procuravano gli uomini da mandare alla guerra di turno...
(2) Letteralmente: "Non voglio trovarmi con le palle spappolate da un colpo di fucile o di cannone".