Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition
Words and Music by Frank Loesser
Published 1942

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 sit around a-wishin'
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 ain't a-goin' fishin'.
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition,
And we'll all stay free!