Lyrics:
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Chorus
Call out the members of the Queens marines
Call out the King’s artillery
Call out me mother, me sister and me brother
But for Gods sake, don’t call me
I don't want to join the navy
I don't want to go to war
I just want to hang around
Picadilly's underground
Making all me living off a high class lady
I don't want to join the army
I don’t want me bleeding knockers shot away
I want to stay in England, jolly jolly England
And fornicate me blooming life away (Oh Blimey !)
Cho:
Now I don’t a-want to be a soldier
I don’t a-want to be a man of war
I just want to go
down to old Soho
Pinching all the ladies in their bumbershoots
I don’t need no foreign women
London’s full of girls I’ve never had
I want to stay in England, jolly jolly England
And follow in the footsteps of me dad (Oh Blimey !)
Cho:
Now Monday night me hand was on her ankle
Tuesday night me hand was on her knee
Wednesday night success,
I lifted up her dress
Thursday night I lifted up her silk chemise
Friday night I got me hand upon it
Saturday night I gave it just a tweek
Then Sunday after supper, I finally got it up 'er
And now I’m paying seven bob a week (Oh Blimey !)
Cho:
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