Private Perks is a
funny little codger
with a smile
A funny smile
Five feet none,
he's an artful
little dodger
with a smile
A funny smile
Flush or broke,
he'll have his little joke
He can't be suppressed
All the other
fellows have to grin
When he gets
this off his chest
Hey!
Pack up your troubles
in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile
While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
Smile, boys,
that's the style
What's the use
of worrying?
It never was
worthwhile, so
Pack up your troubles
in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile
Private Perks went
a-marching into
Flanders with his smile
His funny smile
He was loved by the
privates and
commanders
for his smile
His funny smile
When a throng of
Germans came along
with a mighty swing
Perks yelled out
This little bunch is mine!
Keep your heads down,
boys, and sing!
Hey!
Pack up your troubles
in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile
While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
Smile, boys,
that's the style
What's the use
of worrying?
It never was
worthwhile, so
Pack up your troubles
in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile
Pack up your troubles
in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile
While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
Smile, boys,
that's the style
What's the use
of worrying?
It never was
worthwhile, so
Pack up your troubles
in your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile