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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 goddamn private,
I've been in over nine
I don't want no more
of the U .S. Marines
Gee, but I want to 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 want to go home
The shelter half they give us,
to keep us from the wet
A friend of mine lay down in one,
they haven't found him yet
I don't want no more
of the U .S. Marines,
Gee, but I want to 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 want to go home
The shoes they give the gyrines
they say are mighty fine
You need a number seven,
I give you number nine
Oh, I don't want no more
of the U .S. Marines
Gee, but I want to go home
The bed sacks that they give you,
they say you're 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 want to go home
The crap house that they give us
is mighty cold and bare.
The wind blows through the open seat
and it tickles your curly hair.
I don't want no more
of the U .S. Marines.
Gee, bud, I want to go home.
They say if you're in the Marine Corps,
then you're the very best.
Well, they can take the fightin'
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