Hey! Hey! All the way,
We love to run every day.
If I were President and had my way,
There wouldn't be a fat man in the Army today.
Everyone would be fit to fight,
Whether you test them day or night.
When I jump onto the old drop zone,
Most of the enemy had already gone.
Those that remained weren't fit to fight,
So enemy contact was really light.
We ran the stragglers off the old drop zone,
Everything is quiet and they're all gone.
I ran towards an improved machine gun nest,
Spraying lead, I was really at my best.
The enemy tried to bob and weave,
My blood curdling screams like to made him heave.
I snatched him out of his well dug hole
And really fixed him, God bless his soul