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, Hi!
Chorus:
Pack all 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 all 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 bunch of Bosches came along
With a mighty swing,
Perks yelled out, "This little bunch is mine!
Keep your heads down, boys and sing", Hi!