Get It, Got It, Good

I swear like a soldier, it puts men at ease

I'm careful with pronouns, my she's become he's

One must fit in, my boys, that's understood

So I don't sweat it. Get it? Got it?

I'm spit-polish perfect with gals on my crew

I chit-chat, I banter, they don't have a clue

I serve with honor, kid, just as I should

Uniform makes me feel essential, rest is confidential

Get it? Got it?

But

When the uniform's off I get up to some high times, lips get looser

Back in hackysack I got a WAC, do I love her? Yes I do, sir

There's a little old club there where lavender ladies are having a ball in a rental hall

My gal can swing to the music and dance hell for leather

We ring in the morning clinging together

But then the army will call

Then I come back and don't regret it, strive to be a credit

Get it? Got it?

But Secretary, what I really wanna know is

Does the General suspect?

Last month, he heard a rumor that there might be lesbians in his outfit

He ordered me to write a list of all possible offenders

I said I'd be happy to but the first name on that list would be mine. He withdrew the order

He needs me and he knows it, and he knows I'll never bring it up again

That's not for publication.​

And, kid, that's just the facts

We're misunderstood

Still you be proud and don't regret it

Always strive to be a credit

Get it? Got it?

Good