<\/p>\n
A legend in your own time <\/a> <\/p>\n Song of the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/strong><\/a> Pallas Athene, Goddess of Victory Shout the word around, let the echo resound The K. P.\u2019s are Scrubbing Away (WAC Version)<\/strong><\/a> CHORUS: Oh it\u2019s Hi! Hi! Hee! In the Kitchen scullery We\u2019re the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/strong><\/a> We\u2019re in the Army Now<\/strong><\/a> You\u2019re in the Army Now You\u2019re in the Army now Salute to the WAC<\/strong><\/a> K-K-K-K- P<\/strong><\/a> C-c-c-c- cootie, Horrible cootie Ft. Des Moines (Oglethorpe) WAC Song<\/strong><\/a> You can tell a WAC from Ft. Des Moines You can tell a WAC from Oglethorpe This is the Army<\/strong><\/a> This is the Army, Susie Green, Do what the bugler commands. Bombed<\/a><\/strong> They\u2019re over us, over us WAC Thanks for the Memory<\/strong><\/a> We\u2019ll be Good Soldiers<\/strong><\/a> We may miss a kiss in the evening, Oh, the WAVES are so dickey, At least, so they think, Chorus: Just for Fun ???<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n Oh, it\u2019s brandy, brandy, brandy Oh, it\u2019s beer, beer, beer Oh, it\u2019s gin, gin, gin Oh, it\u2019s wine, wine, wine Oh, it\u2019s rum, rum, rum Oh, it\u2019s whiskey, whiskey, whiskey Gee, Mom, I Wanna Go Home<\/strong><\/a> The STOCKINGS that they give us, they say are mighty sheer, The SHOES that they give us, they say are mighty fine, The COFFEE that they give us, they say are mighty fine, The BISCUITS that they give us, they say are mighty fine, The CHICKEN that they give us, they say is mighty fine, The PAY that they give us, they say is mighty fine, The BUNKS that they give us, they say is mighty fine, A MATTRESS made of iron, a pillow made of lead We do a lot of griping, it doesn\u2019t mean a thing No, I don\u2019t want to go, no I don\u2019t\u2019 want to go We Ain\u2019t Gonna Get No Gigs No More<\/strong> 1.<\/p>\n The Captain came in to squad room, One 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. CHORUS: We ain\u2019t gonna get no gigs no more Marching Along Together<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n Marching along together, Marching along together Oh Me! Oh My! That Ain\u2019t G. I.<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n Once her mommie made her bed, Then she came to camp one day Said the WAC to the new recruit, In the mess hall she now stands Hat and shoes and shirts don\u2019t fit Typhoid shots may knock you out Winter, summer, spring or fall, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Bless \u2018Em All<\/strong><\/a> 2. The Infantry<\/strong><\/a> We are all just diamonds, diamonds in the rough; Chorus: Tags that Jingle, Jangle Jingle<\/strong><\/a> A legend in your own time<\/strong><\/a> By Stevie Stephens and Peg Honore\u2019<\/p>\n WAC\u2019s Pledge of Allegiance<\/strong><\/a>
\nAir Force Song, The <\/a>
\nArmy Song (Caissons Go Rolling Along) , The <\/a>
\nBless ‘Em All <\/a>
\nBombed <\/a>
\nCoast Guard – Semper Paratus, The <\/a>
\nDuty – WAC Song <\/a>
\nFt. Des Moines (Oglethorpe) WAC Song <\/a>
\nGee, Mom, I Wanna Go Home <\/a>
\nI’ve Got Six Pence (WAC Version)<\/a>
\nI’m homeward bound<\/a>
\nInfantry, The<\/a>
\nJust for Fun<\/a>
\nK. P.’s are Scrubbing Away (WAC Version), The<\/a>
\nK-K-K-K- P <\/a>
\nMarching Along Together <\/a>
\nMarine Hymn, The <\/a>
\nNavy – Anchors Aweigh, The <\/a>
\nOh Me! Oh My! That Ain’t G. I. <\/a>
\nSalute to the WAC<\/a>
\nSong of the Women’s Army Corps <\/a>
\nTags that Jingle, Jangle, Jingle <\/a>
\nThis is the Army <\/a>
\nWAC Thanks for the Memory <\/a>
\nWACs Pledge of Allegiance <\/a>
\nWe Ain’t Gonna Get No Gigs No More <\/a>
\nWe’ll be Good Soldiers <\/a>
\nWe’re in the Army Now <\/a>
\nWe’re the Women’s Army Corps <\/a>
\nYou’re in the Army Now <\/a><\/p>\n
\nIf the task at hand is an Army command
\nAnd the deadline is zero hour,
\nIf the way is rough and the odds are tough
\nAnd the need is for all out power,
\nAnd if everyday brings a challenge your way,
\nNo matter what the score,
\nCount the mission won, for the job will be done
\nBy the WOMEN\u2019S ARMY CORPS!<\/p>\n
\nHistory tells your story brave,
\nAnd our own Statue of Liberty,
\nShows what we\u2019ve sworn to save!<\/p>\n
\nOn every distant shore,
\nWhether peace or war, there\u2019s a need evermore,
\nFor the WOMEN\u2019S ARMY CORPS!!<\/p>\n
\n(Tune: The Caissons Go Rolling Along)
\nOver sinks, over pails
\nWith the Sergeant on our tails
\nAll the K. P.\u2019s are scrubbing away
\nShining pots, shining pans,
\nCleaning out the garbage cans
\nAll the K. P.\u2019s are scrubbing away<\/p>\n
\nSixteen long hours of the day
\nAnd Wher\u2019er we go,
\nBy the smell you\u2019ll always know,
\nThat the K. P.\u2019s are scrubbing away
\n(Keep em scrubbing)
\nThat the K. P.\u2019s are scrubbing away<\/p>\n
\n(Tune: The Caissons Go Rolling Along)
\nFrom the East to the West we\u2019re the bestest of the best
\nWe\u2019re the Women\u2019s Army Corps
\nSo it hail all hail
\nThe women will not fail
\nTo help make the foe turn tail
\nJoin our song and with us march along
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/p>\n
\n(Tune: \u201cGlow Worm\u201d)
\nAt crack of dawn, we mop the porches
\nShine our shoes by light of torches
\nShave our necks for two-inch clearance
\nStill we\u2019re gigged for personal appearance
\nTurn out sheets with a six-inch ruler,
\nSend our rings back to the jeweler
\nWe don\u2019t care, we\u2019ll show them how,
\nWe\u2019re in the Army now<\/p>\n
\nYou\u2019re in the Army now
\nYou\u2019re not behind the plow
\nYou\u2019ll never get rich
\nA diggin\u2019 a ditch
\nYou\u2019re in the Army now<\/p>\n
\nYou\u2019re in the Army now
\nYou\u2019ll never get rich
\nOn the salary which
\nYou get in the Army now<\/p>\n
\n(Tune: Notre Dame Victory March)
\nCheer, cheer our women at war
\nPride of the nation, serving the Corps
\nIn the air, on sea or land,
\nGiving our soldiers a helping hand
\nServing through dangers great and small
\nFighters for freedom, honor them all
\nHail the Women\u2019s Army Corps
\nThat\u2019s fighting for Victory<\/p>\n
\n(Parody of the chorus: K-K-K-Katy)
\nK-k-k-k- P, Dirty old K. P.
\nThat\u2019s the only Army job that I abhor;
\nWhen the m-m-m-moon shines over the guardhouse
\nI\u2019ll be mopping up the k-k-k-kitchen floor<\/p>\n
\nYou\u2019re the only b-b-b-bug that I abhor;
\nWhen the m-m-m-moon shines over the guardhouse
\nI\u2019ll be scratching my b-b-b-back until it\u2019s sore<\/p>\n
\n(Tune: From the Halls of Montezuma)<\/p>\n
\nYou can tell her by her walk
\nYou can tell a WAC from Ft. Des Moines
\nYou can tell her by her talk
\nYou can tell a WAC from Ft. Des Moines
\nBy her appetite and such
\nYou can tell a WAC from Ft. Des Moines
\nBut you cannot tell her much.<\/p>\n
\nYou can tell her by her walk
\nYou can tell a WAC from Oglethorpe
\nYou can tell her by her talk
\nYou can tell a WAC from Oglethorpe
\nBy her appetite and such
\nYou can tell a WAC from Oglethorpe
\nBut you cannot tell her much.<\/p>\n
\n(Tune: Irving Berlin\u2019s \u201cThis is the Army, Mary Jones\u201d)
\nThis is the Army, Mary Jones,
\nNo private rooms or telephones
\nYou had your breakfast in bed before
\nBut you won\u2019t have it there any more.<\/p>\n
\nWe like the barracks nice and clean,
\nYou had a housemaid to clean your floor
\nBut she won\u2019t help you out any more.<\/p>\n
\nYou\u2019re in the Army and not in the band.
\nThis is the Army, Betty Brown,
\nYou and your baby went to town,
\nHe had you worried, but this is war,
\nAnd he won\u2019t worry you any more.<\/p>\n
\nWe were bombed last night, bombed the night before
\nAnd we\u2019re going to get bombed tonight like we\u2019ve never been bombed before
\nWhen we
\nRe bombed, we\u2019re as scared as we can be
\nThey can bomb the whole darn Army, if they don\u2019t bomb me.<\/p>\n
\nOne little cave for the four of us
\nGlory be to God, there are no more of us
\nOr they\u2019d surely bomb the whole darned crew.<\/p>\n
\n(Tune: \u201cThanks for the Memory\u201d)
\nThanks for the Memory
\nOf early morning stars
\nAnd friendly golden bars,
\nOf Reveille and bugle call
\nAnd changing of the guard.
\nOh, thank you so much!
\nAnd Thanks for the Memory
\nOf parading on the Green
\nWhere by Generals we were seen
\nOf column left, eyes right,
\nForward March! The guide is right,
\nOh, thanks you so much!
\nMany\u2019s the time we\u2019ll remember
\nThe fun and the work we have don,
\nFrom the day we arrived in September
\nTill peace has come, the war is won.
\nOh, Thanks for the Memory
\nOf living on the Post,
\nWith Uncle Sam as host
\nAnd officers who understood
\nThe things we needed most
\nOh, thank you so much!<\/p>\n
\n(Tune: The Man on the Flying Trapeze)
\nOnce we were civilians, but now we are WACs,
\nDressed in our khaki, discarding our slacks,
\nMarching, saluting, with pains in our backs.
\nOur loves are so far, far away.<\/p>\n
\nWe may miss our breakfast in bed,
\nWe may miss the dates and the dances,
\nWe know there\u2019s a hard job ahead, OH!!
\nChorus<\/p>\n
\nWith perkiness hats, and their panties so pink\u2019
\nBut we like the Army, In spite of no drinks
\nAnd our loves are far, far away
\nChorus<\/p>\n
\nWe\u2019ll be good soldiers if it takes us years,
\nWe\u2019ll stiffen our spines and we\u2019ll pin back our ears,
\nWe\u2019ll flatten our tummies and tuck in our rears,
\nIf that\u2019s what it takes to be WACs.<\/p>\n
\nThat makes you feel so dandy;
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/p>\n
\nThat makes you feel so queer;
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/p>\n
\nThat puts you in a spin;
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/p>\n
\nThat makes you feel so fine;
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/p>\n
\nThat makes you feel so bum;
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/p>\n
\nThat makes you feel so frisky;
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/p>\n
\nThe UNIFORMS they give us, they say are mighty fine,
\nBut I need Lana Turner, to fill the front of mine.
\nCHORUS: Oh, I don\u2019t want no more of Army Life,
\nGee, Mom, I wanna go, Gee, Mom I wanna go,
\nBut they won\u2019t let me go, Gee Mom I wanna go home.<\/p>\n
\nYou hang them in the laundry, and watch them disappear.<\/p>\n
\nYou ask for number seven, they give you number nine.<\/p>\n
\nIt\u2019s good for cuts and bruises, and tastes like iodine.<\/p>\n
\nOne rolled off the table, and killed a pal of mine.<\/p>\n
\nMine jumped off the table, and started marking time.<\/p>\n
\nThey pay us fifty dollars and take back forty nine.<\/p>\n
\nI get up in the morning, with wrinkles on my spine.<\/p>\n
\nI wake up in the morning, with wrinkles on my head.<\/p>\n
\nWe wouldn\u2019t trade the Army for any other thing.<\/p>\n
\nNo I don\u2019t want to go home.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nA stocking showed that had a run
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo<\/p>\n
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Two
\nSomeone forgot to tie her shoe
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo
\nCHORUS:<\/p>\n
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Three
\nA wrinkled bed was there to see
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo
\nCHORUS:<\/p>\n
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Four
\nShe found some dirt behind the door
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo
\nCHORUS:<\/p>\n
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Five
\nTo look quite neat they all did strive
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo
\nCHORUS:<\/p>\n
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Six
\nDiscovered they had played some tricks
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo
\nCHORUS:<\/p>\n
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Sev\u2019n
\nDecided we wouldn\u2019t get to Heav\u2019n
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo
\nCHORUS:<\/p>\n
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Eight
\nAnd saw that we had learned to wait!
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo
\nCHORUS:<\/p>\n
\nWe ain\u2019t gonna get no gigs no more
\nWe ain\u2019t gonna get no gigs no more<\/p>\n
\nWe\u2019re the Women\u2019s Army Corps,
\nMarching along together,
\nU.S.A. or foreign shore
\nWe are the Women\u2019s Army
\nFor all the world to see
\nWe\u2019re khaki clad, and always glad
\nWe\u2019re here to do our part.
\nWithout a cannon, without a gun,
\nWe\u2019re fighting with all our hearts.
\nMarching along together,
\nWe\u2019re the Women\u2019s Army Corps!<\/p>\n
\nNo one\u2019s gonna stop us now.
\nMarching along together,
\nNo one\u2019s gonna top us now,
\nRolling along the highway
\nSailing the sky and sea;
\nOh rum-ti-tiddle-dee, beat the drum
\nAnd hold on to your lids
\nOh rum-ti-tiddle-dee, here we come
\nThe Yankee Doodle Kids,
\nMarching along together
\nAll together to victory.<\/p>\n
\nCleaned her clothes and buttered her bread,
\nAnd her fav\u2019rite dress was red
\nOh me! Oh my! That ain\u2019t G.I.<\/p>\n
\nQuickly learned the WAC-y way,
\nUnderwear caf\u00e9 au lait,
\nOh me! Oh my! Strictly G.I.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cHey kid, you\u2019re sure a beaut!
\nShort hair won\u2019t make you so cute.\u201d
\nOh me! Oh my! Gotta be G.I.<\/p>\n
\nBuried \u2018neath the pots and pans,
\nGetting pretty dishpan hands
\nK.P. Oh my! Gotta be G.I.<\/p>\n
\nGirdle bunches when you sit
\nCome on rookie, you can\u2019t quit
\nJust heave a sigh, and be G.I.<\/p>\n
\nAll day long you\u2019ll hear \u201cFall Out\u201d!
\nGive a grin and loudly shou5t5,
\n\u201cOh me! Oh my! Gotta be G.I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nShould you try to end it all
\nYou can\u2019t die until Sick Call,
\nYou see, if you die, gotta die G.I.<\/p>\n
\n1.
\nBless \u2018em all, Bless \u2018em all
\nThe long and the short and the tall;
\nBless all the sergeants, we have to obey,
\n\u2018Cause we\u2019re saying good-bye to them all
\nAs back to the barracks they crawl;
\nNo ice-cream and cookies for flat footed rookies,
\nSo cheer up, my lads, Bless \u2018Em All!<\/p>\n
\nBless \u2018em all, Bless \u2018em all,
\nThe long and the short and the tall;
\nBless all the blondies and all the brunettes,
\nEach lad is happy to take when he gets
\n\u201cCause we\u2019re giving the eye to them all,
\nThe ones that attract or appall;
\nMaud, Maggie, or Susie, you can\u2019t be too choosey,
\nWhen you\u2019re in camp, Bless \u2018em all!
\nHeavy weight, underweight, big or small,
\nWhen you\u2019re in camp, Bless \u2018Em all<\/p>\n
\nThe Infantry, the Cavalry, the Fighting Engineers
\nCan never compare with Company 10, in a hundred thousand years!
\nChorus<\/p>\n
\nJust give us all a little time and watch us strut our stuff
\nChorus<\/p>\n
\nAs we go marching, and the band begins to P-L-A-Y,
\nYou can hear the people shouting,
\nCompany 10 is passing in review.<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019ve got tags that jingle, jangle, jingle
\nAs I go marching merrily along;
\nI\u2019ve got shots that tingle, tangle, tingle
\nBut in my heart I always have a song.
\nOh, Army life, with care and strife\u2014
\nI\u2019m a rippin\u2019, snortin\u2019, Auxie, but
\nI\u2019ll be a Sergeant\u2019s wife,
\nI\u2019ve got tags that jingle, jangle, jingle
\nAs I drill and gaily march along.<\/p>\n
\nYou really are, you know
\nIF there had never been a WAAC and then the WAC, there would be now women soldiers in the Army today.
\nIF Oveta Culp Hobby had not responded so admirably to Pres. Roosevelt\u2019s request, guidelines for women in all the services would never have occurred.
\nIF all of YOU had not answered your Country\u2019s call in World War II, Korea, Vietnam\u2026 as well as all the sporadic outbreaks through the years\u2026 there would be NO WAC VETERAN\u2019S ASSOCIATION today.
\nIF if _ _ _ If _ _ _ If _ _ _ o many ifs BUT AREN\u2019T YOU GLAD YOU SERVED.<\/p>\n
\nWe pledge allegiance to the land we love.
\nAnd all we hold most dear
\nBequeathed to us by glories past
\nTo cherish and revere
\nWe guard our precious heritage
\nWith pride and valor true
\nAmerica, beloved land
\nWe pledge our faith anew.<\/p>\n