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 clu
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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