When This Lousy War Is Over
Fitzrovia Chorus & John Mealing
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When this lousy war is over
Oh, how happy I shall be
When I get my civvy clothes on
No more soldiering for me
No more church parades on Sunday
No more asking for a pass
I shall tell the sergeant-major
To stick his passes up his arse
When this lousy war is over
Oh, how happy I shall be
When I get my civvy clothes on
No more soldiering for me
I, shall tell my own ravally
I, shall make my own tattoo
No more NCO's to purse me
No more bleedin' armies due
NCO's will all be navies
Privates riding motor cars
NCO's would smoke their wood wise
Privates puff their beaks to guns
No more spending to in trenches
Only one more church per aid
No more shivering on the fire stair
No more Tickler's mermalade