I'll never be in Infantry
CadenceText = I'll never be in infantry
Queen of battle's not for me
Chairborne, chairborne pogue I'll be Refrain
Staff platoon's the life for me.
Up in the morning, out of bed Do some stretches, hit the head Drink some coffee, settle down Nothing like Columbian grounds.
From a desk I oversee
Typed reports and spilled coffee
Off to meetings I will go
Can I stay awake, Hell I don't know.
Early at night it's drizzling rain I slip in the mud, I get a sprain A purple heart they gave to me What can I do for a D-S-C.
Armor and artillary
Are things I hear but never see
They frighten me and make too much noise
I'm scared of big old soldiers' toys.
Well dug in and over the hill Is where I made and keep my still Swilling hooch and playing cards Is life for me and not too hard.
It's true that someday I'll be head With lots of gray hair on my head It's hard to get a shot at me Cause