Murray Johnson — Pack up Your Troubles

[Verse 1] Private Perks is a funny little codger With a smile a funny smile Five feet none, he's and 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, Hi! [Chorus] 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 nеver was worth while, so Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag And smilе, smile, smile [Verse 2] 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 heads down, boys and sing, Hi! [Chorus] 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 worth while, so Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag And smile, smile, smile [Chorus] 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 worth while, so Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag And smile, smile, smile