| Lyrics: | 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.
cho: 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.
The clothes that they give us,
They say are mighty fine,
Me and my
buddy,
Can both fit into mine.
They treat us all like monkeys
And make us stand in
line,
They give you fifty dollars a month
And take back forty-nine.
The girls
at the service club
They say are mighty fine,
Most are over eighty
And the rest are
under nine.
Note:The pay scale pegs this song at ca 1942
@America @army @soldier
@bitching
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