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IT MAKES A FELLOW PROUD TO BE A SOLDIER Tom Lehrer Tom Lehrer (vocal & piano) rec July 8th 1959 New York The heart of every man in our platoon must swell with pride For the nation's youth, the cream of which is marching at his side, For the fascinating rules and regulations that we share, And the quaint and curious costumes that we're called upon to wear! Now Al joined up to do his part, defending you and me, He wants to fight and bleed and kill, and die for liberty! With the hell of war he's come to grips, Policing up the filter tips, It makes a fella proud to be a soldier! When Pete was only in the seventh grade, he stabbed a cop! He's real RA material, and he was glad to swop His switch blade and his old zip gun For a bayonet and a new M1, It makes a fella proud to be a soldier! After Johnny got through basic traing, he Was a soldier through and through, and he was done! Its effects were so well rooted That the next day he saluted A good humour man, an usher and a nun! Now Fran's an interlectual, brings a book to every meal; He like the deep philosophers, like Norman Winston Peel. He thinks the army's just the thing Because he finds it broadening, It makes a fella proud to be a soldier! Now Ed flunked out of second grade and never finished school, He doesn't know a shelter half from an entrenching tool! But he's going to be a big success, He heads his class at OCS, It makes a fella proud to be a soldier! Our old mess sergeant's taste buds had been shot off in the war, But his savoury collations add to our esprit de corps! To think of all the marvellous ways They're using plastics nowadays, It makes a fella proud to be a soldier! Our lieutenant is the up and coming type, Played with soldiers as a boy you just can bet! It is written in the stars He will get his captains' bars, But he hasn't got enough box tops yet! Our captain has a handicap tio cope with, sad to tell; He's from Georgia and he doesn't speak the language very well! He used to be, so rumour has, The dean of men at Alcatraz, It makes a fella proud to be What as a kid I vowed to be, what luck to be allowed to be A soldier! At ease! (Contributed by Peter Akers - December 2010)

    


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