Testi musica canzoni

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 club
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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