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What do you do in the infantry?
You march, you march, you march.
What do you do when your pack has got your back as stiff as starch?
This is a mechanized war they say -that sang is sure a bust,
Cause all that you see in the infantry is one another's dust.
What do you do in the infantry?
You hike, you hike, you hike.
What do you do in the infantry?
You left and right oblique.
Everyone else can ride a jeep or fly up in the sky.
But there's nothing to ride in the infantry, you're just a tired guy.
The hard way, the hard way
sweat till you get there, the hard way.
What do they say in the infantry?
They squawk, and squawk, and squawk,
All upon miles, and miles, and miles that they have had to walk.
They march across the ocean, and that's quite a trick to do.
But don't forget the Air Corps has done some marching, too.
What do you do in the ground crew?
You're always fixing planes.
Never a chance to sleep and dream of beautiful GI Jane's.
You're patching a hole in the fuselage and loading the bomber's sticks.
What do you do in the ground crew?
You fix, and fix, and fix.
What do you do in the Air Corps when the flight begins to scream?
How can you duck with the bombardiers to steady on the beam?
How can you dig a foxhole and jump behind a tree?
Wouldn't you love to march away just like the infantry?
The soft way the soft way,
Like a crash-land brother, the soft way.
What do when your gas is gone and your flying a Thunderbolt?
You and the silk can say your prayer and land with a awful jolt.
You drop in a jungle and wrench your back, your thinking of giving up.
But what do you humble crawling back?
Its: Hup!2-3-4!Hup 2-3-4!Ahh!