I Don't Want to Join the Navy

Tune: I Don't Want to Join the Army

I don't want to join the navy,
I don't want to be a man of war,
I would rather go down to old Soho,
Living off the earnings of a high class whore,
I don't want a bullet up me backside.
I don't want me knickers shot away.
I'd rather be in England, jolly-jolly England,
And fornicate me bloomin life away.

CHORUS:
Call out the members of the Queen's marines,
Call out the King's artillery,
Call out my mother, my sister and my brother,
But for God's sake don't call me.

I don't want to join the Navy,
I don't want to be a man of Mars,
I just want to hang around the Picadilly Underground,
Pinching all the girlies on their arses,
I don't want no foreign women,
London's got a lot I've never had,
I'd rather stay in England, jolly-jolly, England,
And follow the fly-prints of my Dad.

Sunday night my hand was on her ankle,
Monday night my hand was on her knee,
Tuesday night, success! I lifted up her dress,
Wednesday night I lifted up her lace chemise,
Thursday night I got my hand upon it,
Friday night I gave it just a tweak,
Saturday after supper,
I finally got ir up her,
And I'm not paying seven bob a week... Gor Blimey.

 

Keywords: navy, war, sex