Run on
home
baby brother,
don't you leave your aged mother,
choose yourself another occupation,
cafe or a billing station,
let me worry about the
nation's security.
Run on home and do your graduating,
learn about administrating,
leave the mud and blood and guts to me.
My little baby brother wants to follow
in the footsteps of his older brother,
brother, that is me
But I gotta warn him, buddy,
these footsteps get all muddy
in the United States Marines
Run on home, baby brother,
don't you leave your aging
mother
Choose yourself another occupation,
cafe or a billing station
Let me worry about the nation's security
Run on home and do your graduating
Learn about administratin',
leave the bloody -bloodin' guts to me
My little baby brother,
he's too young to try to suffer through the basic training at old Parris Isle
No, he wouldn't last a minute,
up in front of Sergeant Bennett
He's my baby brother,
mother's only child
Run on home, baby brother,
don't you leave your agent,
mother
Choose yourself another oc cupation,
cafe or a billing station
Let me worry about the nation's security
Run on home and do your graduate
Learn about administration
Leave them mud and blood and guts
to me
My little baby brother,
there's no other like my brother
He's my mother's one and
only little boy
He's skin is white as cotton
and he's four plumb rotten
Yet he wants to run away and
join the Corps
He's just got another summer
before he gets his diploma
And can get himself a
right good paying job
He's been reading signs and posters
And he wants to be a soldier
Wants to quit his school and be a God
Run on home baby brother
Don't you leave your aging
mother
Choose yourself another occupation
Get the auto -fueling station
Let me worry about the nation's security
Run on home and do your graduation
Learn about administration
Leave the mud and blood and guts to me