Verse 1:Private Perks is a funny little codger With a smile, a funny smile, Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger With a smile, a sunny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke, he can’t be surpress’d. All the other fellows have to grin When he gets this off his chest Hi!,
Chorus: Pack Up Your Troubles in you old kit bag, And smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a Lucifer to light you 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.
Verse 2: Private Perks went a marching into Flanders With his smile, his funny smile. He was lov’d by the privates and commanders For his smile, his sunny smile. When a throng of Germans came along With a mighty swing, Perks yell’d out “This little bunch is mine! Keep your heads down, boys, and sing Hi!”
Verse 3: Private Perks he came back from Bosche shooting With his smile his funny smile, Round his home he then set about recruiting Wit his smile his sunny smile. He told all his pals, the short, the tall, What a time he’d had; And as each enlisted like a man, Private Perks said “Now, my lad, Hi!”