Old King Cole

　　Old King Cole (live) - Harry Belafonte

　　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