Run on home, baby brother, don'tcha leave your aging mother Choose yourself another occupation: cafe or a filling station Let me worry 'bout the nation's Security Run on home and do your graduatin' Learn about administratit' Leave the mud 'n' blood 'n' 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 you buddy, these footsteps Get awf'lly muddy in the United States Marines
My little baby brother, there's no other than my brother He's my mother's one and only little boy His skin's as white as cotton and he's spoiled plumb rotten Yet he wants to run away and join the corps
Run on home, baby brother..
Now he's got another summer 'fore he gets his diploma And can get a right good paying job But he's been reading signs and posters and he wants to be a soldier Wants to quit his school and be a swab
My little baby brother, he's too young to try to suffer Through the basic training at ole Paris Isle No, he won't last a minute up in front of sergeant Bennett You're my baby brother, mother's only child