The coffee that they give us,
They say is mighty fine,
It's good for cuts and bruises
And tastes like iodine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
The biscuits that they give us,
They say are mighty fine,
One fell off a table
And killed a pal of mine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
The clothes that they give us,
They say are mighty fine,
Me and my buddy,
Can both fit into mine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
They treat us all like monkeys
And make us stand in line,
They give you fifty dollars a month
And take back forty-nine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
The girls at the service club
They say are mighty fine,
Most are over eighty
And the rest are under nine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
They say is mighty fine,
It's good for cuts and bruises
And tastes like iodine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
The biscuits that they give us,
They say are mighty fine,
One fell off a table
And killed a pal of mine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
The clothes that they give us,
They say are mighty fine,
Me and my buddy,
Can both fit into mine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
They treat us all like monkeys
And make us stand in line,
They give you fifty dollars a month
And take back forty-nine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
The girls at the service club
They say are mighty fine,
Most are over eighty
And the rest are under nine.
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, ma, I want to go home
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