Lyrics:
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
What's
So let's pull down the watchtowers
You’re going home at last
Say farewell to Bellaghy
Carrickmore and West Belfast
With your kit bag on your shoulder
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm
going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They're querulous and subdued
going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They're querulous and subdued
mouth
You gotta
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say
What the people may
mouth
You gotta
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say
What the people may
going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They're querulous and subdued
Raised on paradise, peanut shells and dirt
In the railroad cul-de-sac
And what do we with ten baby shoes
A kit bag full of marbles
And a broken
From our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead
They're nervous in Nigeria
They're all going crazy in Crete
In Bucharest they're so depressed
Some good old British welly
You might be drinking
some warm beer
And singing along
Pack up your troubles
In an old kit bag
Pee Bee is marching
Keep
got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm a soldier
an ambition
Top your dreaming and your idle wishing
You're outside and there ain't no admission
To our play
Pack up your ambition in your old kit bag
Soon
To com a minha gang
E os kit na bag
Fazendo meu money
Igual alcapone
Os but ""novin""
Seis tao no ""xerin""
Copo chei de lean
Elas que da pra mim
Bala da prada dentro da minha benz
Bitch safada tocou na minha chainz
Kit da bag te deixa mó bem
Essa bad shawty se sabe é mó bad
Ela bem safada
got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm a soldier
kat
Manifest a bag and then flip that flip that
Tell me is you wit dat
Take you on a island and kick back
I can break you off like a kit kat
Manifest
, check and wallet
Hand bag and pocket book purse and make-up kit
In a woman bag him thief a lipstick
In a dread locks jacket him thief a chew stick
liga ela fica fora da casinha
quando ela tromba os cria na viela na favelinha
eu de lacoste de hugo boss ela de jordan e balmain
beck na mão kit na bag
(refrão)
eu to mandando bem mano nos beat
se os manos me pedem mano eu largo um feat
se ta no kit mano eu jogo na bag
sai fora com essa droga mano
the hero in you
For a dime
You're a death 'n' glory boy
You'd better pack up your troubles
In your old kit bag
Say goodbye to your mother
She's
I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag
I'm gonna run a mile from here
The ASBO generation make this a terror nation
Full of loathing
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