The Bunion Brigadiers

Performed by The Jesters
Recorded June 26, 1944
Written by Irving Caesar, Harry Pyle

The infantry, the infantry
The Bunion Bridadiers
With dufflebags beneath their eyes
And mud around their ears
They hate to sleep in foxholes
'Cause they've been woes for years
The infantry, the infantry
The Bunion Bridadiers

Give them guns and give them leather
Give them any kind of weather
Tell them where they've got to be
And there's the infantry
The infantry, the infantry
They're buddies through the years
They stick to one another
Like the cowboy sticks to steers
Like Ward sticks to Montgomery
And Roebuck sticks to Sears
The infantry, the infantry
The marching cavaliers

The infantry, the infantry
The buckin' buccaneers
If they were in the cavalry
They'd all be Paul Reveres
And if you want to see 'em
Charge the [?] up the beers
The infantry, the infantry
The buckin' buccaneers

The infantry, the infantry
They never want three cheers
They give the girls their medals
Which they wear for lavaliers
A lot of girls are waiting
For those little souvenirs
The infantry, the infantry
The marching cavaliers

The infantry, the infantry
They always get their dame
They only want the address
They don't care about the name
A Mary Lou or Sue will do
To them its all the same
The infantry, the infantry
They always get their dame

The infantry, the infantry
They have an appetite
They gulp up steaks when morning breaks
To start the day off right
But most of them would rather have
A chicken every night
The infantry, the infantry
They have an appetite

The infantry, the infantry
They always carry on
They tramp and tramp and tramp and tramp
From Naples to Celon
They never miss a chance to kiss
Minerva or Ivan
The infantry, the infantry
The always carry on

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