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Gripes (1943)

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Gripes (1943)

Post by GabrielAlejo2341 »

Ehh, I joined this here army to join in the fun.

A'jabbin' the Jap and a'huntin' the Hun.

And look at the job that they hand out to me.

K.P.

K.P.

K.P.

and K.P.

Policing the camp; all the trouble that's mine, you get through with this...

Then they stand you in line.

They jab you for this and they jab you for that.

If you're asking me, it's a pain in the brat.

If I ran this army, boy I'm telling you, I'd make a few changes, that's just what I'd do.

Say, who in the blooming blue blazes are you?

Technical Fairy, First Class.

I heard you saying that everything stank, that you'd run things different if you had more rank.

So as technical fairy I got a good notion to give you a chance, pal.

Here's a promotion.

Aw, shucks... have another.

You're master sarge super sarge a hoopadeedo.

You're boss of the works, now take over, Snafu!

Important announcement, attention each tent.

This camp is now run under new management.

Relaxation, more money, these are my aims, a new GI issue.

Each guy gets two days.


Yay!

Hooray for Snafu, gives us all limousines.

No more drill, no salutes.

No more cleaning latrines.

Look me over Jackson, this is really all root.

Snafu lets you dress up in a suit that is zoot.

Ain't this swell?

I fixed things, I told you I could.

What a camp, no more discipline.

Boy, am I good.

I beg pardon sir, but you hear all that humming?

I got a suspicion...

The Germans are coming!

The Germans?

The Germans?

I'll m*rder them poofs.

Let me at them Germans!

Say, where are my troops?

Troops!

Troops!

Aw, nuts!

No use, they ain't trained and they got no morale.

Your army's a washout, my fine-footed pal.

The moral, Snafu, is the harder you work, the sooner we're gonna beat Hitler, that jerk.