Kids Song Lyrics The Quartermaster Corps Lyrics
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
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 In the corps, in the corps Oh, it's soup, soup, soup That knocks you for a loop In the Quartermaster Corps
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 cheese, cheese, cheese That brings you to your knees In the corps, in the corps Oh, it's cheese, cheese, cheese That brings you to your knees In the Quartermaster Corps
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 cake, cake, cake That makes your stomach ache In the corps, in the corps Oh, it's cake, cake, cake That makes your stomach ache In the Quartermaster Corps
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 pie, pie, pie That hits you in the eye In the corps, in the corps Oh, it's pie, pie, pie That hits you in the eye In the Quartermaster Corps
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 meat, meat, meat That isn't fit to eat In the corps, in the corps Oh, it's meat, meat, meat That isn't fit to eat In the Quartermaster Corps
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 peas, peas, peas That make you want to sneeze In the corps, in the corps Oh, it's peas, peas, peas That make you want to sneeze In the Quartermaster Corps
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 stew, stew, stew That turns you black and blue In the corps, in the corps Oh, it's stew, stew, stew That turns you black and blue In the Quartermaster Corps
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 bread, bread, bread Sits in your gut like lead In the corps, in the corps Oh, it's bread, bread, bread Sits in your gut like lead In the Quartermaster Corps
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 pears, pears, pears That give you curly hairs In the corps, in the corps Oh, it's pears, pears, pears That give you curly hairs In the Quartermaster Corps
Mine eyes are dim I cannot see I have not brought my specs with me I have not brought my specs with me!
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