Billy is a ladies' man; Billy dances fine
(Always was a bear-cat at the game);
Billy pulls the social stuff all along the line--
But he knows this business, just the same.
He can march; he can drill
As hard as any rook;
And he knows his manual
Without his little book.
Maybe he was soft at first--ev'rybody's that;
Golfing was his hardest labor then;
Now he's in the Service (where you don't grow fat),
Digging, drilling, like us other men.
He can eat, he can sleep
Like any healthy brute--
And the Captain says that Billy-boy
Is learning how to shoot!
When he joined the Training Camp, Billy says, "No doubt,
I will draw some clerical position;"
But he's shown he can _command_; so--the news is out--
He will get a regular commission!
He can talk; he can dance
(He is still the ladies' pet)
But the way he barks his orders out
Gets _action_, you c'n bet!