This Is the Army, Mr. Jones Lyrics

This is the army Mr. Jones
No private rooms or telephones
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won′t have it there anymore
This is the army Mr. Green
We like the barracks nice and clean
You had a housemaid to clean your floor
But she won't help you out anymore
Do what the buglers command
They′re in the army and not in the band
This is the army Mr. 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
Weren't listening ′til resolved
They listened while the 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
This is the army Mr. Jones
No private rooms or telephones
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won′t have it there anymore
This is the army Mr. Green
We like the barracks nice and clean
You had a housemaid to clean your floor
But she won't help you out anymore
Do what the buglers command
They′re in the army and not in the band
This is the army Mr. Brown
You and your baby went to town
She had you worried but this is war
And she won't worry you anymore