We'Re All Right Here!

What's th' meanin' of the look you see in soldiers' eyes? Some of them you thought would kick an' stall around an' howl; But just listen (if they'll talk) an' hear, to your surprise, A lot of laughs, a lot o' tales--but never once a growl!

Business man and bell hop, Farmer boy and clerk; Easy-going spendthrifts, Men that have to work; Firemen and brokers, Chauffeurs still "in gear"; The army is the melting pot-- We're all right here!

Desk men and road men, Men who sweep the street; Coal men and plumbers (If they have good feet); Showmen and film stars, All have mislaid fear. Funny crowd; but we should fret-- We're all right here!

Keen men and dull men, Razor-edged or dumb, High-grade and low-grade, Some, plain medium; Feet upon the drill-ground, Hearts all beating high; You are glad that you are here, And so, old top, am I!

That's the meaning of the call; ev'ry man is proud He is in the common cause, with a bunch of men Fighting for democracy, lined up with this crowd-- God! It's pretty nifty just to be a man again!