Lyrics This Is the Army, Mr. Jones - Mormon Tabernacle Choir feat. Jerold D. Ottley & Columbia Symphony Orchestra

This is the army, Mr
Jones
No private rooms or telephones
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won't have it there anymore

This is the army, Mr
Green
We like our barracks nice and clean
You had a housemaid to clean your floor
But she won't help you out anymore
Do what the buglers command
They're in the army and not in a band

This is the army, Mr
Brown
You and your lady went to town
She had you worried, but this is war
And she won't worry you anymore

A bunch of frightened rookies were listening, filled with awe
They listened while the 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, he said

This is the army, Mr
Jones
This is the army, Mr
Jones
No private rooms or telephones
No private rooms or telephones
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won't have it there anymore, anymore, anymore

This is the army, Mr
Green

Hup-ly!
Hup-ly!
Three, four
We like our barracks nice and clean
Nice and clean
You had a housemaid to clean your floor
But she won't help you out anymore, anymore
Do what the buglers command
They're in the army and not in a band
Not in a band

This is the army, Mr
Brown

This is the army, Mr

Brown
You and your lady went to town
You and your lady went to town
She had you worried but this is war
And she won't
No, she won't
Worry you
Worry you
Anymore
Anymore

This is the army, Mr
Brown