I Don't Want To Get Well

I just received an answer to a letter I wrote,
From a pal who marched away
He was wounded in the trenches somewhere in France
and I worried about him night and day.
"Are you getting well," was what I wrote,
This is what he answered in his note:

"I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well,
I'm in love with a beautiful nurse.
Early ev'ry morning, night and noon,
The cutest little girlie comes and
feeds me with the spoon;
I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well,
I'm glad they shot me on the fighting line, fine,
The Doctor says that I'm in bad condition,
but Oh, Oh, Oh, I've got so much ambition,
I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well,
For I'm having a wonderful time."

I showed this letter to a friend who lives next door to me
And I heard him quickly say,
"Good bye, pal, I must be going, I'm off to war,
and I hope that I'm wounded right away.
If what's in this letter here is true,
I'll get shot and then I'll write to you:"

"I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well,
I'm in love with a beautiful nurse.
Though the doctor's treatments show results
I always get a bad relapse
each time she feels my pulse
I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well,
I'm glad they shot me on the fighting line, fine,
She holds my hand and begs me not to leave her
Then all at once I get so full of fever,
I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well,
For I'm having a wonderful time."