Oh, give us a room
With a view of a beautiful stein
We pre-fer a room
With a view of a beautiful stein,
It beats army basic
Training, any old time..

Just give us one, two, three, four
Glasses full a' GI Booze,,
Make it GI beer, whiskey,
Or some wine, you can choose
And when we all get drunk enough
We'll start a fight and bruise..

This sure beats that farmin'
There ain't nuthin' charmin' 'bout plow
Oh, we love the army,
(yeah, right..)
So glad that we enlisted now,
Just hope we're sent to Germany,
Meet a real nice frau..

When we feel like zeros,
Just in from a twenty mile march
When we feel like zeros,
We know how to grab us some starch,
We find an old beer hall
And we get our throats unparched..

Yeah, when we are off duty,
Gotta' go for GI Booze,,
Lotta' GI beer, whiskey,
Or some wine, they can choose..
And when we all get stoned enough
We'll start a fight and bruise..

We're close to the city,
Hop on a bus when we get a pass
Not far from the city,
But glad, there's that old transit, mass
We rush to find a seat beside
Some sweet, sexy, pretty lass...

Yeah, give us one, two, trhee, four
Glasses full a' GI Booze,,
Lotta' GI beer, whiskey,
Or good wine, let it ooze.
And when we all get really smashed,
We'll start a fight and bruise..

Off, we go for GI Booze,
Off, we go for GI Booze,

Drink up !!