New Song Lyrics

The bivouac smells like the hair of a dog
Take your bummer's cap and fill it with hog
There's a hospital rat called Jimmy the Weed
When the ball opens up he's nowhere to be seen

I've got forty dead men in a cartidge box
And the fresh fish behind me with their wollen socks
So go grab a root and get up your grit
Or leave the pop skull and boil your shirt

I was wallpapered when the orders came in
So I found a Sunday soldier and stood behind him
I peacocked about like a high-falutin wig
Poking somebody's darling with a twig

A baby-waker rang on our eastern flank
As the breastworks came down we loaded buck and ball
And a peaked pie eater took his pig sticker out
He found a butternut and stuck him in the mouth

It's all you can do
to be a man