This Is the Army Mr. Jones

We all have been selected from
City and from farm
They asked us lots of questions
They jabbed us in the arm
We stood there at attention
Our faces turning red
The sergeant looked us 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

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