This Is The Army, Mr. Jones - Carl Davis

A bunch of frightened rookies were list’ning filled with awe

They listened while a sergeant was laying down the law

They stood there at attention, their faces turning red

The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said

This is the Army, Mister Jones!

No private rooms or telephones

You had your breakfast in bed before

But you won’t have it there any more

This is the Army, Mister Green!

We like the barracks nice and clean

You had a housemaid to clean your floor

But she won’t help you out any more

Do what the buglers command

They’re in the Army and not in a band

This is the Army, Mister Brown!

You and your baby went to town

She had you worried but this is war

And she won’t worry you anymore