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