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letra de i don't want to join the army (medley) - sods' opera

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i don’t want to join the army, i don’t want to go to war
i’d rather hang around piccadilly underground
living off the earnings of a high born lady
i don’t want a bayonet up me ass hole
i don’t want me bullocks shot away
i’d rather stay in england, in merry, merry england
and fornicate me bleedin’ life away

hitler has only got one ball
göring has two, but very small
himmler has something similar
but then ol’ goebbels has no b-lls at all

we are fred kano’s army, we are the rfc
we can not fight, we can not f-ck
but bleeding good are we
and when we get to berlin, ol’ hitler he will say
“ah heck mein gott, what a puffy fine lot, oh thе boys of the rfc.”

our sergeant major lеads a solitary life
he can’t afford a woman and he hasn’t got a wife
so he uses the end of the regimental fife as
he revels in the joys of m-st-rbation

they say there’s a boat on the river, the river
they say that it’s loaded with beer
oh why is that boat on the river, the river
it f-ckin’ well ‘ought to be here
sing it, hey drink a jig, f-ck a little bit, all of the band
all of the band with your c-ck in your hand
hey drink a jig, f-ck a little bit, all of the band
all in a call of the band

been in the saddle for countless and downwards
i’ve stuck it as long as i could
i’ve stuck it and stuck it and now i say “f-ck it!”
“my ass hole is not made of wood.”

sing it, hey drink a jig, f-ck a little bit, all of the band
all of the band with your c-ck in your hand
hey drink a jig, f-ck a little bit, all of the band
all in a call of the band

- sods opera

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