“We Mustered Out” from HOMER IN CYBERSPACE
Music by Roger Bourland
Lyrics by Mel Shapiro
We Mustered Out
Sung by all the soldiers
We mustered out
With a roar and a shout
“Get outta my way,
I got ten years back pay”
I’m practically rich
With the dough and the loot
Stuck in an old boot
A few treasures in there
For my sweetie to wear.
We mustered out
With a roar and a shout
“Get outta my way
This is finally my day”
I gotta practice not limping so much
The last thing I need is anyone’s pity
What I cant see, I’ll find by touch
There’s gotta be a rehab in my city
I’m practically rich
Gonna have me some fun
Cause ten years war is won
That was one if ever there was one
To be won , to be won.
A bunch of us waiting at the dock
Waiting to go home on anything that sails
Anything’ll do
A life raft or an old canoe
When we hear….
O enters
O
What a bunch of beat up old war dogs.
(The men bark and laugh)
Men
G’day, general.
O
I’m proud of everyone of you
Let me know if there’s anything I can do.
Men
How about hopping a ride?
O
Hey sure
I got plenty of room inside.
Where we going?
Men
Thrace
Sicily
Thesaly
Thebes
Macedonia
South Ionia
O
Come on, all on my way
Men
Is the ride free, sir?
O
Sure, it’s what’s called soldier’s pay.
They all laugh
All
We mustered out
With a roar and a shout
And we’re going home
Say it: home,
Remember it: home
Sing it loud and clear: home.