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.}
