Come to the camp
Just cross the 11th Street span
Come to the camp
See where it all began.

We got room for you
We got mulligan stew
We got flies and we’ve got ants.
We got soldiers and sailors
And pillbox hill scalers
And the man who saved Patton’s life back in the war in France.

Come to the camp
Just cross the 11th Street span
Come to the camp
Join your fellow man.

We got pickers who croon
Got a piano out of tune
A spot set up to sing and dance
We got our own gazette
They ain’t cleared us out yet
But we’ve got Mama’s Boy MacArthur wetting his khaki pants.

Come to the camp
Come pick a cozy plot
If you come to the camp
You’ll see what we ain’t got.

'Cause Jim Crow didn’t show.
We’re all in this together.
The Reds stayed in their beds.
I guess they can’t take the warm weather.
The Brownshirts changed into skirts
And traded their caps for a feather
The Anarchists all broke their fists
While we were out hauling leather.

Come to the camp
Just cross the 11th Street span
Come to the camp
Bring a little food if you can.

We got Bibles and pens
A tent of amens.
We got a soapbox where everyone rants.
We got a three-legged hound.
We got the higher ground.
And we've got fifteen thousand doughboys looking for a second chance.

Come to the camp
Come to the camp