Yes-Man

I am a Yes-Man,
I am, I am a Yes-Man.
Must I admit it?
Yes, but I shan't admit it,
or maybe I will,
but only to the PFC's.

I am a Yes-Man,
I am, I am a Yes-Man.
Must I admit it?
No, but I will admit it,
or maybe I won't,
but only because of the sergeants.

Am I a Yes-Man?
Am I, am I a Yes-Man?
Maybe I'll admit it,
or maybe I'll deny it
(but maybe I'll go both ways,
those corporals can really do a number
on your sanity).

Am I a Yes-Man?
Am I, am I a Yes-Man?
Maybe I won't admit it,
or maybe I'll shout it
(but only to my boots, really).

Yes-Men follow orders,
take their time and count their quarters.
Yes-Men subscribe to the man,
but they can't seem to march in step to the band.
Yes-Men only sometimes lead,
but try our hardest to succeed.

Am I a Yes-Man?
Am I, am I a Yes-Man?
I don't think I'll admit it.
Do I have to admit it?
I don't think I will, even
if I have to.

Corporal Lewis called me a Yes-Man yesterday.
It ticked me off a bit and made me use my brain,
but all in all I think I'll just
shut up.

Yes-Men make a living doing that, right?
Following orders. Right.

I am a Yes-Man,
I am, I am a Yes-Man.
We all got to be one sometimes.