Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job, up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But, I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With ten years to go in the R.L.I.

The Sergeant that signed me up
Had a face like the back of a truck
A tattoo on each knee
And legs like a Mukwa tree
And the Medic that did my test
He left me standing in my vest
And then when I didn't see
He stamped me with a T.A.P.

Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job, up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But, I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With ten years to go in the R.L.I.

Down at the quartermaster store
I said I take size 4
They gave me size 3 for sports
It was a pair of open neck shorts
I was in the cookhouse queue
Waiting for my beans and stew
The cook just winks at me
And slips the bluestone in my tea

Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job, up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But, I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With ten years to go in the R.L.I.

Standing on parade
Never get a bit of shade
Out in the blazing sun
With the temperature a hundred and one
And you know there's nothing worse
Than doing the assault course
When the sweat is running free
And it smells like a chipotle

Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job, up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But, I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With ten years to go in the R.L.I.

We had a contact the other day
But the terrs all ran away
We were firing the M.A.G.
From the hip like Audie Murphy
So if I go up in a puff of smoke
It's better than being a slope
Or a fuzz from the B.S.A.P.
I'd very much rather be me

Sometimes I wish I was a Blue Job, up in the sky
I wouldn't have to walk if I could fly
But, I'll be a Brown Job until I die
With ten years to go in the R.L.I.