Well the coffee that they give you
They say is mighty fine
It's good for cuts and bruises and
It tastes like iodine
I don't want no more of Army life
Gee, but I want to go home

Well the biscuits that they give you
They say are mighty fine
One rolled off a table and it
Killed a pal of mine
I don't want no more of Army life
Gee, but I want to go home

Oh, the chicken that they give you
They say is mighty fine
One rolled off a table and
Started marking time
I don't want no more of Army life
Gee, but I want to go home

[Banjo solo]

Well the girls in the PX
They say are mighty fine
Most are over ninety and
The rest are under nine
I don't want no more of Army life
Gee, but I want to go home
Well, oh, they treat us all like monkeys
And make us stand in line
Give you fifty dollars and
Take back forty-nine
I don't want no more of Army life
Gee, but I want to go
Gee, but I want to go
Gee, but I want to go home