day!) (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Soundtrack version Gonna Be My Day (Music Video) And make me proud.Lyrics Good morning, sun No time to chat, I gotta run 'Cause I've got places to be So much to do Excited, yes, and nervous, too A change is starting with me I never worry 'bout Upsetting carts, hardened hearts Or wonder "Will I belong?" I've heard it enough, I'm callin' their bluff I'll never get lost in the grey There's somethin' inside, burns bigger than pride Shines out of me lighting the way Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be my day (be my day) Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be my day (oh-oh-oh-oh) Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be my day (gonna be my day) Gonna be my day (ooh-ooh) Hey there, hello The friends I make, the friends I know Today you answer my call Instead of hide Instead of staying stuck inside Instead of building your wall Come on and party with me Join the band, understand We'll all be singin' this song I've heard it enough, I'm callin' their bluff I'll never get lost in the grey Go big or go home, get real or get known Get ready and raring to say Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be my day (be my day) Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be my day (ooh-ooh) Everyone's afraid Always judgin', never budgin' Ain't it time we made The team, the dream? Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhh! Let's open our eyes, sun's starting to rise And finally able to say Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be my day (gonna be my day) Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be my day (gonna be my day) Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be my day (be my. All we have to do is to be the great American fighting soldier that is inside each one of us. We don't have to worry about whether Captain Stillman wants to have us hung. Something seriously wrong with us! We're soldiers, but we're American soldiers! We've been kickin' ass for 200 years! We're 10 and 1! Now we don't have to worry about whether or not we practiced. There's something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. We're all very, very different, but there is one thing that we all have in common: we were all stupid enough to enlist in the Army. Who saw Old Yeller? Who cried when Old Yeller got shot at the end? Nobody cried when Old Yeller got shot? I'm sure. We're mutts! Here's proof: his nose is cold! But there's no animal that's more faithful, that's more loyal, more loveable than the mutt. We're Americans, with a capital 'A', huh? You know what that means? Do ya? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world. Cut it out! Cut it out! Cut it out! The hell's the matter with you?! Stupid! We're all very different people. And maybe someday you'll understand what the hell I'm talking about. And I want you to think real hard about it. I'm willing to forget this little incident. I don't think I want to go to the stockade. Well, go ahead and give it your best shot. I 'd like to take a big swing at you, sarge. Look, if you don't want me in your Army, kick me out, but get off my back. Those words mean so much to a man who scrubs garbage cans. I'm talking about something important, like discipline and duty and honor and courage.
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