Becky:
Army came, took my flame
My man done changed and how;
He cooks and cleans and does latrines,
I guess he doesn't need me now.
He used to like my cooking now he likes this thing called spam
It comes in a tin
And how he'd pet and paw me back before his army exam
Wow!
Now when he's home on leave
That brute's! Polite as politeness can be
Instead of romance I get salutes or he sits and fondles his army boots
He used to smother me like honey on a honey ham
I'm the saddest gal what am
I lost my man to Uncle Sam
He used to be a scrawny 98-pound ball of nerve
Chorus:
The boy was scrappy slap dash and happy
Becky:
He'd loaf the day a snacking on my
Cherry preserves
He isn't scrawny now god bless his thighs are the size of a tree
His shoulders are brawny
Oh yes
But it aint for me its for Uncle S
I miss the man who a was lying to my baby love
I'm the saddest gal what am
I lost my man to uncle
Becky [Spoken]:
Dear uncle Sam I know your tall and manly with a fine set of whiskers but aint 50 million men enough for ya do you have to take mine to. Whisk him half way across the world and give him pretty jewelry like silver stars and gold medals? Good lord Sam, there's no one left to dance with
Chorus:
He used to whisper tender nothings neath the harvest moon
Becky:
I miss my dumb clumsy oaf
Chorus:
Now all he talks about are fellas in his army platoon
Becky:
Doesn't he care about this or this?
Chorus:
He does the laundry now cooks to
Becky:
His meatloaf is better then mine
Chorus:
Its true
Becky:
Oh I'm in a quandary
Chorus:
Do tell
Becky:
I'm blue should I throw this lug out for someone new
Chorus:
But everywhere you look the army's pulled the same old scam
Becky:
Some scam
Chorus:
She's the saddest, saddest gal what am
Becky:
Saddest peanut butter minus jam
Chorus:
Used to call her gorgeous now its ma'am
Becky:
I lost my man to a man named uncle...
[Spoken] Oh well if you can't beat him women's army core here I come
All:
Uncle Sammm!
[Thanks to gmp21 for adding these lyrics]