No, they've got no time for glory in the Infantry. No, they've got no use for praises loudly sung, But in every soldier's heart in all the Infantry S… - Frank Loesser

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free. Praise the Lord and swing into position
Can't afford to sit around a-wishin'
Praise the Lord, we're all between perdition
And the deep blue sea.

I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China,
All to myself, alone.
Get you and keep you in my arms evermore,
Leave all your lovers weeping on the far away shore.

I've got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle,
As I go riding merrily along.
And they sing, "Oh, ain't you glad you're single?"
And that song ain't so very far from wrong.