This is the Army Mr. Jones,
No private rooms or telephones,
You had your breakfast in bed before,
But you wont have it there any more.
This is the Army Mr. Green,
We like the barracks nice and clean,
you had a housemaid to clean your floor,
but she wont help you out any more.
Do what the buglers command,
They're in the army and not in a band.
This is the Army Mr. Brown,
You and your baby went to town.
She had you worried but this is war,
and she won't worry you any more.
No private rooms or telephones,
You had your breakfast in bed before,
But you wont have it there any more.
This is the Army Mr. Green,
We like the barracks nice and clean,
you had a housemaid to clean your floor,
but she wont help you out any more.
Do what the buglers command,
They're in the army and not in a band.
This is the Army Mr. Brown,
You and your baby went to town.
She had you worried but this is war,
and she won't worry you any more.
Contributed by giorgio - 2010/2/7 - 09:43
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