(Vocals: Artie Malvin and Crew Chiefs)

What do you do in the infantry? You march, you march, you march
What do you do when your pack has got your back as stiff as starch?
"This is a mechanized war," they say; that saying is sure a bust
'Cause all that you see in the infantry is one another's dust

What do you do in the infantry? You hike, you hike, you hike
What do you do in the infantry? You lift and ride a bike
Everyone else can ride a jeep or fly up in the sky
But there's nothing to ride in the infantry, you're just a tired guy

[Bridge:]
The hard way, the hard way
Sweat 'til you get there, the hard way

What do they say in the infantry? They squawk and squawk and squawk
All upon milеs and miles and miles that they havе had to walk
They march across the ocean and that's quite a trick to do
But don't forget the air corps has done some marching, too

What do you do in the ground crew? You're always fixing planes
Never a chance to sleep and dream about beautiful G.I. Janes
Your patching a hole in the fuselage and loading the bombers sticks
What do you do in the ground crew? You fix and fix and fix
What do you do in the air crew when the fight begins to scream?
How can you duck with the bombardiers to steady on the beam?
How can you dig a foxhole or jump behind a tree?
Wouldn't you love to march away just like the infantry?

[Bridge:]
The soft way the soft way
Like a crash land brother, the soft way

What do you do when your gas is gone and you're flying a Thunderbolt?
You hit the silk and say your prayer and land with a awful jolt
You drop in a jungle and wrench your back, you're thinking of giving up
But what do you mumble crawling back? It's "hup-2-3-4, hup-2-3-4!"