Boots (1948) (исполнитель: Eddy Nelson)
We're foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin' over Africa - Foot-foot-foot-foot-sloggin' over Africa - (Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Seven-six-eleven-five-nine-an'-twenty mile to-day - Four-eleven-seventeen-thirty-two the day before - (Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Don't-don't-don't-don't-look at what's in front of you. (Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again) Men-men-men-men-men go mad with watchin' em, An' there's no discharge in the war! Try-try-try-try-to think o' something different - Oh-my-God-keep-me from goin' lunatic! (Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Count-count-count-count-the bullets in the bandoliers. If-your-eyes-drop-they will get atop o' you! (Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again) - There's no discharge in the war! We-can-stick-out-'unger, thirst, an' weariness, But-not-not-not-not the chronic sight of 'em - Boot-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war! 'Taint-so-bad-by-day because [bad word] But night-brings-long-strings-o' forty thousand million Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again. There's no discharge in the war! I-'ave-marched-six-weeks in 'Ell an' certify It-is-not-fire-devils, dark, or anything, But boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war!