I Wanna Go Home

I wanna go home;
I wanna go home.
Our SB2Cs are falling to bits;
They won't hold together for many more trips.
Send me back to 'Frisco;
That's where I'm longing to go.
Oh, Ma, I'm too young to die;
I wanna go home.

I wanna go home;
I wanna go home.
Our living conditions are pretty bad,
The chow is worse, and the liquor is sad.
Send me back to sell bonds
And cheer the war heroes on.
Oh, Ma, I'm too young to die;
I wanna go home.

I wanna go home;
I wanna go home.
Don't send me over the Bonins no more;
That's where they got me the time before.
Riding these subs is sure swell,
But from now on can go to hell.
Oh, Ma, I'm too young to die;
I wanna go home.

I wanna go home;
I wanna go home.
"Time" says that ack-ack's a beautiful sight;
"Life" paints a picture of tracers at night,
But this stuff we see here is real,
And up close it loses appeal.
Oh, Ma, I'm too young to die;
I wanna go home.

I wanna go home;
I wanna go home.
These SB2Cs, they rumble and roar.
Don't send me over Luzon no more;
Send me back to the States,
And leave the Japs to their fate.
Oh, Ma, I'm too young to die;
I wanna go home!