Original Cast Recording - This Is the Army, Mister Jones [From 'This Is the Army'] lyrics

We all have been selected from city and from farm They asked us lots of questions, they jabbed us in the arm We stood there at attention, our faces turning red The sergeant looked us 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