Gee, but I Wanna Go Home

Ya-ka-ta-ti!
Ya-ka-ta-ti!
Ya-ka-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
I don’t want no more of the U.S. Marines
Gee but I wanna go right back to Quantico
Gee, but I wanna go home
They say when you’re enlisted promotions are mighty fine
Well I’m a god damn private, I’ve been in over nine
I don’t want no more of the U.S. Marines
Gee, but I wanna go home
The uniform they give us they say is sure to fit
We walk along the highway, we look like a sack of grit
I don’t want no more of the U.S. Marines
Gee, but I wanna go home
The shelter-half to keep us from the wet
A friend of mine lay down in one they havn’t found him yet
I don’t want no more of the U.S. Marins
Gee, but I wanna go home
The officers they send us can stand up to the worst
You find them every weekend shacked up with a nurse
I don’t want no more of the U.S. Marines
Gee, but I wanna go home
The shoes they give the gyres they say are mighty fine
You need a number seven, they give you number nine
I don’t want no more of the U.S. Marines
Gee, but I wanna go home
The bedsacks that they give you they say are mighty fine
Well how in the hell should I know? I never slept in mine
I don’t want no more of the U.S. Marines
Gee, but I wanna go home
The craphouse that they give us is mighty cold and bare
The wind blows threw the open seat and it tickles ya' curly hair
I don’t want no more of the U.S. Marines
Gee, but I wanna go home
They say if you’re in the Marine Corps then you’re the very best
Well they can take the fighting and we’ll go take a rest
I don’t want no more of the U.S. Marines
Gee but I wanna go right back to Quantico
Gee, but I wanna go home