文本歌词

Old King Cole - Harry Belafonte (哈里·贝拉方特)
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his privates three
'Beer beer beer' said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his corporals three
Hup two said the corporals
Beer beer beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his sergeants three
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
Hup two said the corporals
Beer beer beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his shavetails three
We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhh said the sergeants
March you dump watch said the corporals
Beer beer beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his captains three
Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the guardhouse said the corporals
Beer beer beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his chaplains three
Hallelujah
Oh what a bloody mess amen amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhh said the sergeants
Put it in a bucket said the corporals
Beer beer beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole
Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his colonels three
Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess amen amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do al the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the end said the corporals
Beer beer beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his generals three
Thuh thuh Oh come on fellahs give a fellah break
Uh what's my next command said the generals
Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess amen
Oh what a bloody mess said the captains
Oh what a bloody mess said the shavetails
Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
Beer beer beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry