Gee Ma, I Want to Go Home
 
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The coffee that they give us,
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They say is mighty fine,
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It's good for cuts and bruises
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And tastes like iodine.
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I   don't want  no more of army life,
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Gee, ma, I want to go
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But they won't let me go
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Gee, ma, I want to go home


The biscuits that they give us,
They say are mighty fine,
One fell off a table
And killed a pal of mine.

The clothes that they give us,
They say are mighty fine,
Me and my best buddy,
Can both fit into mine.

They treat us all like monkeys
And make us stand in line,
They give you fifty dollars a month
And take back forty-nine.

The girls at the service club
They say are mighty fine,
Most are over eighty
And the rest are under nine.