In New York City on a Saturday night
I was chilling with my boys all day and night.
I had to cut em' up with my gerber blade
I will tell you no lie
Cross my heart and I hope to die
Two little legs in a field of wheat
So I called it up and sang willie-pete
I will tell you no lie
Cross my heart and I hope to die
Ask sergeant major he saw it all
An army recruiter came up to me and asked me what I want to be,
said 63,
bravo,
maintenance,
fix them up rolled them out,
sixty miles all around,
yeah oh yeah and rock steady.