Oh, it’s beans, beans, beans
That turn us into fiends
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s beans, beans, beans
That turn us into fiends
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!

Oh, it’s soup, soup, soup
That knocks you for a loop
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s soup, soup, soup
That knocks you for a loop
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!

Oh, it’s cheese, cheese, cheese
That brings you to your knees
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s cheese, cheese, cheese
That brings you to your knees
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!

Oh, it’s cake, cake, cake
That makes your stomach ache
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s cake, cake, cake
That makes your stomach ache
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!

Oh, it’s pie, pie, pie
That hits you in the eye
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s pie, pie, pie
That hits you in the eye
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!

Oh, it’s meat, meat, meat
That isn’t fit to eat
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s meat, meat, meat
That isn’t fit to eat
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!

Oh, it’s peas, peas, peas
That make you want to sneeze
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s peas, peas, peas
That make you want to sneeze
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!

Oh, it’s stew, stew, stew
That turns you black and blue
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s stew, stew, stew
That turns you black and blue
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!

Oh, it’s bread, bread, bread
Sits in your gut like lead
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s bread, bread, bread
Sits in your gut like lead
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!

Oh, it’s pears, pears, pears
That give you curly hairs
In the corps, in the corps
Oh, it’s pears, pears, pears
That give you curly hairs
In the Quartermaster Corps

Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!