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Adult / Army version
It's the beer, beer, beer
That makes you feel so queer
In the corps, in the corps.
It's the beer, beer, beer
That makes you feel so queer
In the Quartermaster Corps.
Chorus:
Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have (hup!) not (ho!)
Brought my specs with me.
It's the brandy, brandy brandy
That makes you feel so randy etc.
It's the whiskey,whiskey,whiskey
That makes you feel so frisky etc.
It's the rum, rum, rum
That puts you on your bum etc.
It's the water,water,water
That makes you think you oughter etc.
It's the lack of sex
that majes us nervous wrecks etc.
It's the cheese, cheese, cheese
That brings you to your knees etc.
It's the tea, tea, tea
But not for you and me etc.
It's the rats, rats, rats
In bowler hats and spats etc.
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Kid's version
Oh, it's beans, beans, beans
That turn us into fiends,
In the corps, in the corps,
Oh, it's beans, beans, beans
That turn us into fiends,
In the Quartermaster Corps.
Chorus:
Mine eyes are dim
I cannot see
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me!
Oh, it's soup, soup, soup
That knocks you for a loop, etc.
Oh, it's cheese, cheese, cheese
That brings you to your knees, etc.
Oh, it's cake, cake, cake
That makes your stomach ache, etc.
Oh, it's pie, pie, pie
That hits you in the eye, etc.
Oh, it's meat, meat, meat
That isn't fit to eat, etc.
Oh, it's peas, peas, peas
That make you want to sneeze, etc.
Oh, it's stew, stew, stew
That turns you black and blue, etc.
Oh, it's bread, bread, bread
Sits in your gut like lead, etc.
Oh, it's pears, pears, pears
That give you curly hairs, etc.
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