Hup two three four Keep it up two three four Hup two three four Keep it up two three four
Ho, the aim of our patrol Is a question rather droll For to march and drill Over field and hill Is the military goal! (Hup two three four) (Is the military goal!)
By the ranks or single file Over every jungle mile Oh we stomp and crush Through the underbrush In a military style! Hup two three four Keep it up two three
<Bitchin' guitar solo>
Hup two three four Keep it up two three four Hup two three four Keep it up two three four
Ho, the aim of our patrol Is a question rather droll For to march and drill Over field and hill Is the military goal! (Hup two three four) (Is the military goal!)
By the ranks or single file Over every jungle mile Oh we stomp and crush Through the underbrush In a military style! Hup two three four Keep it up two three four
Hup two three four Keep it up two three four Hup two three four Keep it up two three four Hup two three four Keep it up two three four Hup two three four Keep it up two three four Hup two three four Keep it up two three four ...fades...
{To die without a name is inhumane. Leather-necked Elephants conquering hills in endless march. There was only pain and the upholding of rules. He was better off with the lawless, the deviants, the Apes! Fire had begun this civilization, and the attempt to control it? That would bring its end.}