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When I chucked my job to be a soldier
They told me I was needed quite a lot;
But the Sergeant-Major snorted, "What do YOU want?"
"Dunno," I says, "Just anything you've got."
He gives me one of them there great big cannons;
"Take this, you twerp," he says, "an' muck it about!
D'you see all them there shells and them there charges?
You bungs 'em in this end and blows 'em out the spout."
CHORUS:
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
And they calls us Field Artillery.
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
Oh, we're barmy in the army!
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
And where they goes Lord only knows!
But old soldiers never die,
They goes on bungin' 'em in, and blowin' 'em out!
Muckin' about with cannons gave me the earache;
It seemed to rile the Sergeant-Major too.
"Get out o' this," he roars, "you little blah-blah!"
"Righto!" I says, "And a coupla blahs to you!"
And then the Colonel ups and gives me a rifle;
"Here, you!" he says, "Get hold of this, you lout!
Ang grab a few of them little cartridges,
And bung 'em in this end and blow them out the spout!"
CHORUS:
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
And they calls us P.B. Infantry.
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
Oh, we're barmy in the army!
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
And where they goes Lord only knows!
But old soldiers never die,
They goes on bungin' 'em in, and blowin' 'em out!
When the Gen'ral shoved me in the Air Force,
I thought they'd let me fly a hairyplane;
But all they does is dress me like a hero
And puts me on a blinkin' gun again!
The thing was like a mangle out of commission;
"Aw, 'struth!" I says, "What's this here all about?"
Then I'm up in the air with miles of ammunition,
Bungin' it in one end and blowin' it out the spout.
CHORUS:
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
And they calls us Air Force personnel.
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
Oh, we're barmy in the army!
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
And where they goes Lord only knows!
But old soldiers never die,
They goes on bungin' 'em in, and blowin' 'em out!
When I'd won the war, I chuck'd the army,
"No more bungin' 'em in," I says, "for me!"
I hunts a job for weeks, an' then the butcher
He says, "You're just the man I want to see!"
"Righto!" I says; "Just tell me what you're wantin'."
"You know this 'ere machine," he says, "no doubt?
You takes all them bits of pork and what-not,
And bungs 'em in one end and blows 'em out the spout."
CHORUS:
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
And they calls 'em Prime Pork Sausages!
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
It's as barmy as the army!
Bungin' 'em in! Blowin' 'em out!
And where they goes Lord only knows!
But old soldiers never die,
They goes on bungin' 'em in, and blowin' 'em out!
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W. Graeme-Holder
Words and sheet music courtesy The Ngaio Press
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