When this bloody war is over
No more soldiering for me
When I get my civvie clothes on
Oh how happy I will be
No more church parades on Sunday
No more begging for a pass
I will tell the Sergeant-Major
To stick his passes up his arse
No more NCO's to curse me
No more rotten Army stew
You can tell the old Cook Sergeant
To stick his stew right up his flue
No more Sergeant-Major bawling
"Pick it up and put it down."
If I meet the ugly bastard
I'll kick his arse all round the town
When this bloody war is over
No more soldiering for me
When I get my civvie clothes on
Oh how happy I will be
How I hate the fucking army
Hate it more than I can say
All I long for is my freedom
Roll on, roll on demob day
