They say that in the army
The coffee's mighty fine
Well, it's good for cuts and bruises,
But it tastes like turpentine!
Oh, I don't want no more of army life
Gee, Ma, I wanna go home!

The chicken in the army,
They say is mighty fine,
A drum rolled off the table
And squished a pal of mine!
Oh, I don't want no more of army life!
Gee, Ma, I wanna go home!

The clothing that they give us
They say is mighty fine
Well, me and half my regiment
Can all fit into mine
Oh, I don't want no more of army life
Gee, Ma, I wanna go home!

The salary that they pay us,
They say is mighty fine
They give you thirty dollars
And take back forty-nine
Oh, I don't want no more of army life
Gee, Ma, I wanna go,
Hey, Ma I gotta go,
Gee, Ma, I wanna go home!