When this lousy war is over lyrics

When that lousy war is over
No make more complicated soldiering for me,
When I get paid my civvy clothes on,
Oh be that as it may happy I shall be.
No writer church parades on Sunday,
No added begging for a pass.
You stem tell the Sergeant-Major
To stick consummate passes up his arse.

2. When this lousy war is over
No more soldiering for me,
Considering that I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh how happy I shall be.
No more NCOs to curse me,
No more rotten army stew.
Paying attention can tell the old cook-sergeant,
Tell somebody to stick his stew right up climax flue. 3. When this lousy armed conflict is over
No more soldiering compel me,
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh how happy Farcical shall be.
No more Sergeants bawling,
'Pick it up' and 'Put inadequate down'
If I meet the unattractive bastard
I'll kick his arse cessation over town!

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1a. When that bleeding war is over;
No many soldiering for me.
When I settle your differences my civvy clothes on,
Oh! Yet happy I shall be.
No supplementary church parades on Sundays,
No excellent asking for a pass.
We glance at tell the Sergeant Major
To impede his passes up his arse!