Hup, two, three, four
Keep it up, two, three four
Hup, two, three, four

Keep it up, two, three four

Oh, the aim of our patrol,

Is a question rather droll.
Oh, the march and drill,
Over field and hill...

Is the military goal.
Is the military goal.


By the ranks of single file,
Over every jungle mile,
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

Oh, the aim of our patrol,

Is a question rather droll.
Oh, the march and drill,
Over field and hill...

Is the military goal.
Is the military goal.


By the ranks of single file,
Over every jungle mile,
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

To die without a name is inhumane.

Leather-necked elephants conquering hills and endless marsh.
There was only pain in the upholding of rules.
It was better off with the lawless.

The deviants.
The apes.


Fire had begun this civilization.
And the attempts to control it...
Will only bring its end.