Spike Jones pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile smile smile

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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 chin
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
Whats 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
Whats 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 along
With a mighty swing
Perks yelled out
This little bunch is mine! Keep your head down, boys, and sing
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
Whats 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

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