From Winged Victory by Moss Hart, (New York: Random House, 1943) Act 1, Scene 2:


The biscuits in the Army they say are mighty fine.
One rolled off the table and killed a pal of mine.
Oh, I don't want no more of Army life.
Gee, Mom, I want to go home!

The chicken in the Army they say is mighty fine.
One jumped off the table and started marching time....

Payday in the Army they say is mighty fine.
They give you fifty dollars and fine you forty-nine....

Furloughs in the Army they say are mighty fine.
They put it down on paper, but where the hell is mine?...

The coffee in the Army they say is mighty fine.
It's good for cuts and bruises and tastes like iodine....