[Verse:]
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We all have been selected from city and from farm
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They asked us lots of questions, they jabbed us in the arm
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We stood there at attention, our faces turning red
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The sergeant looked us over and this is what he said:
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[Refrain:]
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This is the Army, Mister Jones
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No private rooms or telephones
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You had your breakfast in bed before
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But you won't have it there any more
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This is the Army, Mister Green
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We like the barracks nice and clean
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You had a housemaid to clean your floor
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But she won't help you out any more
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Do what the buglers command
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They're in the Army and not in a band
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This is the Army, Mister Brown
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You and your baby went to town
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She had you worried but this is war
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And she won't worry you anymore
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[Alternate verse from sheet music:]
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A bunch of frightened rookies were list'ning filled with awe
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They listened while a sergeant was laying down the law
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They stood there at attention, their faces turning red
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The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said:
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This Is The Army, Mister Jones
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Irving Berlin |