It helps with great and small
But when you're in the army
They drink it by the barrel
They drink it by the yard
But if a private touches it
Oh, how do you like the Army?
where a soldier is a mule
Oh, how do you like the Army?
where the big brass buttons rue
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,
The fig is dumped in Dixie,
they're sure to have to dig
Oh, how do you like the army,
where a soldier is a mule
Oh, how do you like the army,
where the big brass buttons rule
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
Oh, how do you like the Army?
The rootin' tootin' Army,
where a soldier is a mule.
Oh, how do you like the Army?
The rootin' tootin' Army,
where the big red button drool.
