Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit Bag And Smile, Smile, Smile - Spike Jones

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 chin

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

Whats 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

Whats 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 head 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

Whats 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