This Is the Army, Mister Jones-Irving Berlin

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 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