The Recruiter
Mama, mama, can't you see (Mama, mama, can't you see) What that recruiter did to me (What that recruiter did to me) He said the Army's all a breeze Now I'm down here on my knees He said, "Son, you'll learn a trade" I just count the push-ups made He said, "You'll travel, see the world" I've seen the motor pool unfurled He said, "The chow is five-star fine" It's brown, it's green, it's turpentine He said, "You'll run a laptop, slick" They handed me a mop and stick He said, "Your weekends, you'll be free" Got CQ duty, three to three He said, "That bonus can't be beat" It taxed away my chair, my seat So if a recruiter shakes your hand And sells you on the promised land Just smile and nod and tell him true: "I read the fine print. How 'bout you?"