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Now theres a sergeant major, enjoys life when he can 
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He proves to all the ladies, hes a soldier and a man 

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He sticks out his chest, two pillows in his vest
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A bolster under his rotunda, our sergeant major 

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His medals break our hearts, he won them playing darts 
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And while competing, who was cheating, our sergeant major 

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Hes far away the worst friend we've ever had
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When hes far away, well, we're mighty glad 

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In the canteen bar, you know what sergeants are 
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When we've passed out, whos the last out, our sergeant major 

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Hes got a raucous voice, his language isnt choice
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In clink wed shove him, how we love him, our sergeant major 

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His weight about hell throw, the wicked so and so 
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Who'd even smother, his own mother, our sergeant major 

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Hes far away the worst friend we've ever had
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When hes far away, well, we're mighty glad 
       
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Our bugler goes his rounds, and when the bugle sounds
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For everlasting, whos he blasting, our sergeant major 

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Now he makes raw recruits, just tremble in their boots 
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Calls them slackers, whos gone crackers, our sergeant major 

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His feet fill up the road, knock-kneed and pigeon toed 
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We'd sooner shoot him than salute him, our sergeant major

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Hes far away the worst friend we've ever had
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When hes far away, well, we're mighty glad 

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The mascot goat we own, so big and fat has grown 
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Wild and warlike, hes far more like, our sergeant major !