Life in the Army, they say is mighty fine......

The clothing in the army
They say is mighty fine
But me and all my buddies
can all fit into mine

Oh I have had enough of army life
Gee, mom I want to go home

The shoes that they give you
They say are mighty fine
You ask for number seven
They give you number nine

Oh I have had enough of army life
Gee, mom I want to go home

The coffee in the army
They say is mighty fine
It looks like muddy water
And tastes like turpentine

Oh I have had enough of army life
Gee, mom I want to go home

The biscuits in the army
They say are mighty fine
but one rolled off the table
And killed a pal of mine

Oh I have had enough of army life
Gee, mom I want to go home

The money that they give you
They say is mighty fine
They give you fifty dollars
And take back forty nine

Oh I have had enough of army life
Gee, mom I want to go
Hey, mom I'd like to go
Gee, mom I want to go home!

[the words that my late father, a WWII vet, taught me}

Oh, the coffee that they give you,
They say is mighty fine,
Good for cuts and bruises,
And tastes like iodine.

Oh, I don't want no more of Army life,
Gee, Ma, I want to go,
But they won't let me go,
Gee, Ma, I want to go home!

Oh, the chicken that they give you,
They say is mighty fine,
A leg fell off the table,
And started marching time.

Oh, I don't want no more of Army life.
Gee, Ma, I want to go,
But they won't let me go,
Gee, Ma, I want to go home!

(The verses about the biscuits and money are as Dad taught me, except the last line about the pay was "And dock you forty nine.")