George Formby
[F] Now thereβs a sergeant major, enjoys life will he can.
He proves to all the ladies heβs a [G7] soldier and a [C7] man.
[F] He sticks out his chest, two [Gm] pillows in his vest,
A [C7] bolster under his rotunda, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
His [F] medals break our hearts, he [Gm] won them playing darts,
And [C7] while competing, who was cheating? Our Sergeant [F] Major
Heβs [Am] far away the [Em7] worst friend [Am] weβve ever had,
[Gm] When heβs far [D7] away well, [Gm] weβre mighty glad. [C7]
In [F] the canteen bar, you [Gm] know what sergeants are,
[C7] When weβve passed out, whoβs the last out, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
Heβs [F] got a raucous voice, his [Gm] language isnβt choice,
In [C7] clink weβd shove him, how weβd love him, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
His [F] weight about heβd throw, the [Gm] wicked so and so,
[C7] Whoβd even smother his own mother, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
Heβs [Am] far away the [Em7] worst friend [Am] weβve ever had,
[Gm] When heβs far [D7] away well, [Gm] weβre mighty [C7] glad.
Our [F] bugler goes his rounds, and [Gm] when the bugle sounds.
For [C7] everlasting, whoβs he blasting? Our Sergeant [F] Major.
Now he [F] makes raw recruits, just [Gm] tremble in their boots,
He [C7] calls them slackers, whoβs gone crackers? Our Sergeant [F] Major.
His [F] feet fill up the road, knock-[Gm] kneed and pigeon toed,
[C7] Weβd sooner shoot him then salute him, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
Heβs [Am] far away the [Em7] worst friend [Am] weβve ever had,
[Gm] When heβs far [D7] away well, [Gm] weβre mighty [C7] glad.
The [F] mascot goat we own, so [Gm] big and fat has grown,
[C7] Wild and warlike, heβs far more like, Our Sergeant [F] Major.
