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 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!
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