Gee, Mom, I Wanna Go Home

CHORUS (Repeat between verses) I don’t want no more of Army life, Gee, Mom, I wanna go, But they won’t let me go, Gee, Mom, I wanna go home.

Verses:

The meat in the Army, They say us mighty fine, Last night we had ten puppies, Today we’ve only nine.

The coffee in the Army, They say is mighty fine, It’s good for cuts and bruises, And tastes like iodine.

The stockings in the Army, They say are mighty fine, But they’re not very sheer ’cause, They’re made of binder twine.

The shoes in the Army, They say are mighty fine, You ask for number sevens, They give you number nines.

Romances in the Army, They say are mighty fine, But just like ripe tomatoes, We’re rotting on the vine.

The pancakes in the Army, They say are mighty fine, But when you try to chew them, You only waste your time.