Pack up Your Troubles by Murray Johnson Lyrics

[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