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[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 Aus Songtexte Mania