Oh boys don't cry or bemoan your fate
With anguished groans + curse
For there aint nothing bad in the army boys
That cant be somewhat worse
You may think your station is awful cold,
Or deserted or devilish hot;
But its paradise anew compared
To the land God really forgot
Yes a land that is filthy, foul and damp
With bugs that bite and drone
And the girls in town are a murky brown
With an odor that is all their own.
When you feel I need of a romance
And think of a long post date
You can only fret in a tropical sweat
For the women are back in the states
And then the brown skinned natives
Become a shade more white
And you learn to play in a tropical way
You're a native overnight!

Til you go to a moving picture
And see Garbo or Hedy Lamarr
Then you rant + rave for debutante
But there aint none where you are
And things get even worse boys
And you wear a heavy frown
For it seems that the girl of your dreams
Is colored a dusky brown
So no matter how bad your station boys
And in spite of this lousy verse
There aint nothing you have in the army boys
That the Philippines aint got worse.

By --

Major Snyder M.C.
Ft. Stutsenburg