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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Emily Crocker, Felix Powell, George Asaf
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