Oh, the seventy-seventh went over the top,
A sous lieutenant, a Jew and a Wop.

The medical corps, they held the line,
With C.C. pills and iodine.

The general got a Croix de Guerre,
The son-of-a-bitch was never there.

An American soldier on the Rhine,
He kissed the women and runk the wine.

The little marine fell in love with his nurse,
He's taken heer now for better or worse.

My Froggie girl was true to me,
She was true to me, she was true to you
She was true to the whole damn army, too

The Pretoria passed a ship today,
For the ship was going the other way.

Where are the girls that used to swarm,
About me in my uniform?

There's many and many a married man,
Want's to go back to France again.

Twas a hell of a war as we recall,
But still, 'twas better than none at all.