This Is the Army, Mr. Jones

This is the army mister Jones No private rooms or telephone You had your break fast in bed before But you won't have it there anymore This is the army mister green We likes the barracks nice and clean You had a housemaid to clean your floor But she won't help you out anymore 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 This is the army, mister Jones.