Текст песни Merry Macs - Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition

Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fate
Down went the gunner, and then the gunner's mate
Up jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a look
And manned the gun himself as he laid aside The Book, shouting:

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 be a politician
Praise the Lord, we're all between perdition
And the deep blue sea

Yes the sky pilot said it
You've got to give him credit
for a son of a gun of a gunner was he,
Shouting:

"Praise The Lord, we're on a mighty mission!
All aboard! We're not a goin' fishin',
Praise The Lord, and pass the ammunition
and we'll all stay free."