A gallon of piss and a cold water shave
He still uses a straight razor blade

Close cut hair just a little gray
Don't mean nothin cause he's here to stay

Cup of black joe and out on the street
Ruck Sack March just can't be beat

Fifty pounds sittin on his back
Movin out with a full field pack

Gonna hump his ruck all across the land
Gonna show the world he is a special man

Got two generations of his own to see
To watch them grow and bring some pee

Gonna teach that boy how to be a man
A giant he'll be and you know he can

Like his great grand daddy he will surely be
SF, Ranger and the Infantry