We're probably missing an official, approved AAF basic song book or something like it. Birmingham-Southern College was the classroom for Roberts Field AAF glider training (later Birmingham Army Airfield.)

“Dear Mom:
I sure am glad I joined the army––BUT!!
The coffee that they give us, they
        say is very fine.
It's good for cuts and bruises, and
        tastes like iodine!
Oh-h-! I don't want no more of army
        life––
Gee Mom, I want to go home.

The pancakes that they give us,
        they say are very fine,
But one fell off the table and killed
        a pal of mine!
Oh-h-! I don't want no more of army
        life––
Gee Mom, I want to go home.

The chicken that they serve us,
        they say is mighty fine.
But one jumped off the table, and
        started marking time!
Oh-h-! I don't want no more of army
        life––
Gee Mom, I want to go home.

The dough the army pays us, they
        say is mighty fine,
They give you $50.00 and take back
        $49.
Oh-h-! I don't want no more of army
        life––
Gee Mom, I want to go home.

The girls we left behind us, they
        say are doing fine,
I'd like to catch the sonofagun
        that's running around with mine!
Oh-h-! I don't want no more of army
        life––
Gee Mom, I want to go home.

The shoes the army gave us, they
        say are mighty fine.
You ask for number seven and they
        give you number nine.
Oh-h-! I don't want no more of army
        life––
Gee Mom, I want to go home.

You see Mom, I am probably the best soldier in the army, because the sargeant [sic] said all good soldiers beef. I sure do my share, hopes he appreciates it. Please send me my orange tie with the purple polka dots, I want to wear it if we ever get out of quarantine.
        Your loving son––HOWIE U. ALL.
[The Hilltop News, Birmingham-Southern College (Alabama) 12 March 1943]