Get a laugh of my past serving Basic training in the Army

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As most of you that follow me know I was in the Army. We were called WAC's back then which stood for Women's Army Corp. I entered the day after I turned 18 in July 1970. While in Basic when we marched we sometimes got to sing songs. While there was one song our Sarge hated to hear was (Going to the Chapel) you know to get married LOL We would open up chorus on that one every time our Sarge would leave us in formation at rest to do something else. Of course the Army was training you why on EARTH would they want you to get married? Anyway delving back through some of my history of being in basic training, there was one song we all sang and enjoyed and mind you did we add a few phrases of our own. Here is the most beloved words to a song that was marched to by probably every WAC that took her basic at Ft McClellan Alabama. I even got my kids to singing it when we were on long drives.LOL Gee, Mom, I Wanna Go Home The UNIFORMS they give us, they say are mighty fine, But I need Lana Turner, to fill the front of mine. CHORUS: Oh, I don’t want no more of Army Life, Gee, Mom, I wanna go, Gee, Mom I wanna go, But they won’t let me go, Gee Mom I wanna go home. The STOCKINGS that they give us, they say are mighty sheer, You hang them in the laundry, and watch them disappear. The SHOES that they give us, they say are mighty fine, You ask for number seven, they give you number nine. The COFFEE that they give us, they say are mighty fine, It’s good for cuts and bruises, and tastes like iodine. The BISCUITS that they give us, they say are mighty fine, One rolled off the table, and killed a pal of mine. The CHICKEN that they give us, they say is mighty fine, Mine jumped off the table, and started marking time. The PAY that they give us, they say is mighty fine, They pay us fifty dollars and take back forty nine. The BUNKS that they give us, they say is mighty fine, I get up in the morning, with wrinkles on my spine. A MATTRESS made of iron, a pillow made of lead I wake up in the morning, with wrinkles on my head. We do a lot of griping, it doesn’t mean a thing We wouldn’t trade the Army for any other thing. No, I don’t want to go, no I don’t’ want to go No I don’t want to go home.