Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
Jimmy Driftwood
[Intro]
(Hup, two, three, four!)
(Hup, two, three, four!)
(How do you like the army?)
(How do you like the army?)
[Verse 1]
Whiskey is good medicine
It helps the great and small
But when you're in the army
Headquarters gets it all
They drink it by the barrel
They drink it by the yard
But if a private touches it
They put him under guard
[Chorus]
Oh! How do you like the army?
The rootin'-tootin' army
The high-falutin' army
Where a soldier is a mule
Oh! How do you like the army?
The rootin'-tootin' army
The high-falutin' army
Where the big brass buttons rule
[Verse 2]
The generals eat the chicken
Till they cackle in their sleep
The colonels and the captains
Eat all the cows and sheep
When soldiers get so hungry
They steal a mangy pig
The biggest dump in Dixie
They're sure to have to dig
[Chorus]
Oh! How do you like the army?
The rootin'-tootin' army
The high-falutin' army
Where a soldier is a mule
Oh! How do you like the army?
The rootin'-tootin' army
The high-falutin' army
Where the big brass buttons rule
[Verse 3]
And when we take a city
They put us all on duty
The general and his officers
Go in to judge the beauty
The generals get the choices
The majors get the pickings
The captains get the servants
And the privates get the dickens
[Chorus]
Oh! How do you like the army?
The rootin'-tootin' army
The high-falutin' army
Where a soldier is a mule
Oh! How do you like the army?
The rootin'-tootin' army
The high-falutin' army
Where the big brass buttons rule
[Outro]
(Hup, two, three, four!)
(Hup, two, three, four!)