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

I left my heart at the stagе door canteen
I left it there with a girl namеd Eileen
I kept her serving doughnuts, 'til all she had were gone
I kept her serving doughnuts, 'til she caught on

I must go back to the Army routine
And every doughboy knows what that will mean
A soldier boy without a heart, has two strikes on him from the start
And my heart's at the stage door canteen
It's a lovely day tomorrow
Tomorrow is a lovely day
Come and feast your tear-dimmed eyes
On tomorrow's clear blue skies

If today your heart is weary
If every little thing looks gray
Just forget your troubles and learn to say
Tomorrow is a lovely day