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"WHEN THIS LOUSY WAR IS OVER"
When this lousy war is over. By Charles Crozat Converse was an American attorney who also worked as a composer of church songs .
Played by John Wall.
Played by John Wall.
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When this lousy war is over
No more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh how happy I shall be.
No more church parades on Sunday,
No more begging for a pass.
You can tell the Sergeant-Major
To stick his passes up his arse.
No more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh how happy I shall be.
No more church parades on Sunday,
No more begging for a pass.
You can tell the Sergeant-Major
To stick his passes up his arse.
2. When this lousy war is over
No more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh how happy I shall be.
No more NCOs 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 soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh how happy I shall be.
No more NCOs to curse me,
No more rotten army stew.
You can tell the old cook-sergeant,
To stick his stew right up his flue
3. When this lousy war is over
No more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh how happy I shall be.
No more Sergeants bawling,
'Pick it up' and 'Put it down'
If I meet the ugly bastard
I'll kick his arse all over town!
No more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh how happy I shall be.
No more Sergeants bawling,
'Pick it up' and 'Put it down'
If I meet the ugly bastard
I'll kick his arse all over town!
1a. When this bleeding war is over;
No more soldiering for me.
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh! How happy I shall be.
No more church parades on Sundays,
No more asking for a pass.
We can tell the Sergeant Major
To stick his passes up his arse!
No more soldiering for me.
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh! How happy I shall be.
No more church parades on Sundays,
No more asking for a pass.
We can tell the Sergeant Major
To stick his passes up his arse!
Lyrics to the song below.
CC Converse
7th Oct 1832
18th Oc 1918
7th Oct 1832
18th Oc 1918