Be all that you can be; an Army of One.
Learn computers and mechanics and ‘copters to run
Sign up today, we’ll send you to school
Pay for a college education so you won’t end up un-cool
A thousand different jobs to do,
We’re looking for people just like you.
The songs and music background play
Making the life of a soldier seem like play.
And when you do pick your field and sign
A rifle is waiting, first part of the line.
You live with it, sleep with it, make it your own
Your life may depend on it – give it a name of its own
Walking, running, crawling, sleeping
this is my rifle – guns are for fun.
Basic is over, onward to school
Study like crazy – momma didn’t raise her no fool.
I can run a computer, I can fly a desk, what the hell,
I’m an Army of one, can’t you tell?
The bullets are flying, my computer’s a wreck
My desk is on fire but what the heck
I’ve got my rifle, my very first job
I’m a solder, a warrior, bring on your mob
My buddy’s beside me, or maybe ahead,
If we cover each other we might not end up dead
Things they don’t tell you on cable TV
when the bullets are flying, you’re just like me.
©Copyright August 2004 by Jeanette Zobjeck