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Pete Seeger - Gee but i want to go home
Well, the coffee that they give you
They say is mighty fine;
It's good for cut and bruises
And tastes like iodine.
Chorus
I don't want no more of army life,
Gee, but I want to go home.
The biscuits that they give you
They say are mighty fine,
One rolled of the table
And it killed a pal of mine.
The chickens that they give you
They say are mighty fine;
One rolled of the table
And started marking time.
Well the girls in the PX
They say are mighty fine;
Most are over ninety
And the rest under nine.
Oh, they treat us all like monkeys
And make us stand in line.
They give us fifty dollars
And take back fourty-nine.
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