This Is The Army, Mr. Jones

This is the army, Mr. Jones
No private rooms or telephone
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won't have it there anymore
This is the army, Mr. Green
We like our barracks nice and clean
You had a housemaid to clean your floor
But she won't help you out anymore
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 anymore
This is the army, Mr. Jones