The Queens Marines
I don't want to join the Army, I don't want to go to war, I just want to go down to old Soho Pinching all the girls in the shoulder blades. Idon'sneednoforeignwomen, London'sfullofgirlsI'veneverhad IjustwanttogodowntooldSoho Andfollowinthefootstepsofmedad, GarBlimey. Chorus Calloutthemembersofthe Queen'sMarines. CallouttheKing'sArtillery. Youcancalloutmemother,me sister,ormebrother Butforgod'ssake,don'tcallme.
Mondaynightmehandwasonherankle, Tuesdaynightmehandwasonherknee. TwasWednesdaynightsuccess, Iliftedupherdress. Thursdaynight,Iliftedupherpinkchemise Fridaynight,Ilaidmehanduponit TwasSaturdaynight,Igaveitalittletweak, TwasSundayaftersupper,Ifinallygotitupher AndnowI'mpayingsevenbobtheweek, GarBlimey.
Idon'twanttojointheNavy, Idon'twanttogotowar I'dratherhangaround,Piccadillyonthetown Livingofftheearningsofanhigh-classlady. Idon'twantnobulletsupmearsehole, Idon'twantmebuttocksshotaway I'dratherstayinLondon, Jolly,jollyLondon Andfornicatemebloodylifeaway, GarBlimey.
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