Got paid out on Monday Not a dog soljer no more They gimme all that money So much my pockets is sore More dough than I can use. Re-enlistment Blues.
Took my ghelt to town on Tuesday Got a room and a big double bed Find a job tomorrow Tonight you may be dead Aint no time to lose. Re-enlistment Blues.
Hit the bars on Wednesday My friends put me up on a throne Found a hapa-Chinee baby Swore she never would leave me alone Did I give her a bruise? Re-enlistment Blues!
Woke up sick on Thursday Feelin like my head took a dare Looked down at my trousers All my pockets was bare That gal had blown my fuse. Re-enlistment Blues.
Went back around on Friday Asked for a free glass of beer My friends had disappeared Barman say, "Take off, you queer!" What I done then aint news. Re-enlistment Blues.
That jail was cold all Sa'day Standin up on a bench lookin down Through them bars I watched the people All happy and out on the town Looked like time for me to choose, them Re-enlistment Blues.
Slep in the park that Sunday Seen all the folks goin to church Your belly teels so empty When you're left in the lurch Dog soljers don't own pews. Re-enlistment Blues.
So I re-uped on Monday A little sad and sick at my heart All my fine plans was with my money In the poke of a scheming tart Guy always seems to lose. Re-enlistment Blues.
So you short-timers, let me tell you Dont get yourself throwed in the can You might as well be dead Or a Thirty-Year-Man Recruitin crews give me the blues, Old Re-enlistment Blues.