[The Non-Commissioned Officers]

Oh, the non-commissioned officers,
They are the worst of all,
Up in the morning before the first call.
Squads right, squads left,
Left front into line,
And then the sons of bitches,
They give us double time.

Oh, it's home, boys, home,
Home we ought to be.
Home, boys, home,
In the Land of Liberty.
We'll hoist Old Glory
To the top of the pole,
And we'll all reenlist --
In a pig's asshole.

	Frank L. Brown of Bella Vista, Arkansas, sent this to the editor in April, 1993, with the note: "I learned this on the U.S.S. Culgoa in 1919 en route home from France after World War I."
	It appears to be a fusion of two songs.