Gee, Ma, I Want To Go Home
Anonymous
| Original | Here's a Finnish translation of the additional verse above: |
| GEE, MA, I WANT TO GO HOME 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 | GEE, MA, I WANT TO GO HOME On intin hoitsut hyviä, niin ainakin sanotaan. Jos pikkusormes katkaiset, ne loputkin katkoo vaan. |
