Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit-Bag, And Smile, Smile, Smile

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 (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 What's 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 around With a mighty swing Perks yelled out "This little bunch is mine" "Keep your heads 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 What's 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 What's the use of worrying It never was worthwhile So pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile