As promised:I DON'T WANT TO JOIN THE ARMY

I don't want to join the army
I don't want to go to war,
I'd rather hang around Picadilly underground,
Living off the earnings of a high born lady.
I don't want a bayonet up my arse hole,
I don't want my bollicks shot away.
I'd rather stay in England, in merry fucking England,
And fornicate my bleeding life away.

Gorblimey.

Monday I touched her on the ankle,
Tuesday I touched her on the Knee,
Wednesday night success, I lifted up her dress,
On Thursday night we went to the pictures.
Friday I laid my hand upon it,
Saturday she gave my balls a tweek,
On Sunday after supper, I rammed the fucker up her,
And now I'm paying thirty bob a week.

Gorblimey

I don't want to join the army,
I don't want to go to war,
I'd rather hang around Picadilly underground,
Living off the earnings of a high born lady.
I don't want a bayoney up my arse hole,
I don't want my bollicks shot away.
I'd rather stay in England, in merry fucking England,
And fornicate my bleeding life away.