Gee, Ma, I Want To Go Home
Anonymous
Original | Versione parodistica di "Star of the Evening, Beautiful Star"... |
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 | THE ARMY SONG Well I got drunk last night, I got drunk the night before, I’m going to get drunk tonight if I never get drunk anymore. Oh, we don’t want no more of your army, gee but I would like to go home. Stars of the evening, beautiful evening stars Stars of the evening, shining on the cookhouse door. Well they gave us a uniform, they said that it was fine, But me and a couple of mates we can all fit into mine, That’s why I’m finished with the army, that’s why I want to go home. Stars of the evening, beautiful evening stars Stars of the evening, shining on the cookhouse door. Well I went to the cookhouse just to get a bite to eat, And there I saw the cooks mashing the ‘taters with their feet, So that’s why I hate the army, gee I would love to go home. Stars of the evening, beautiful evening stars Stars of the evening, shining on the cookhouse door. Well they built us toilets out in the open air, The wind blew up our backsides and tickled us here & there, Oh we are finished with your army, one day we’d like to go home. Stars of the evening, beautiful evening stars Stars of the evening, shining on the cookhouse door. Now they give us army biscuits, they say they’re mighty fine, But one rolled off the table and it killed a mate of mine, That’s why I’m fed up with the army, that’s why I’d like to go home, Stars of the evening, beautiful evening stars Stars of the evening, shining on the cookhouse door. Now they give us chicken, they say it is the best, But we get the neck and the arsehole, and the officers get the rest, That’s why I hate the bloomin’ army, it’s the reason why I’d love to go home. Stars of the evening, beautiful evening stars Stars of the evening shining on the shithouse door. |