[Verse:]
There's dirty work to be done in the army
And it's not much fun
It's the kind of work that's done
Without the aid of a gun
The boys who work with the cooks in the kitchen
Holler out for peace
For they have to do the dirty work
And they're called the Kitchen Police

[Refrain:]
Poor little me
I'm a K.P.
I scrub the mess hall
Upon bended knee
Against my wishes
I wash the dishes
To make this wide world safe for Democracy