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 supress'd All the other fellows have to grin When he gets this off his chest Hi 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
	Private Perks went a marching into Flanders With his smile- a funny smile He was lov'd by the privates and commanders For a smile- a 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 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   Private Perks he came back from Bosche shooting with his smile-his funny smile Round his home he then set about recruiting With his smile - his sunny smile He told all his pals, the short in the tall What a time he'd had And as each enlisted like a man Private Perks said now my lad 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