Irving Berlin - This Is The Army Mister Jones Тексты

We all have been selected from city and from farm
They asked us lots of questions, they jabbed us in the arm
We stood there at attention, our faces turning red
The sergeant looked us over and this is what he said:

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

A bunch of frightened rookies were list'ning filled with awe
They listened while a sergeant was laying down the law
They stood there at attention, their faces turning red
The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said: