It’s four in the morning when the drill sergeant open the door
We hear it time for you to clean up my dirty floor
We wonder why he insist to yell at us so loud
Maybe it because he always so proud
But now it time to run to the mess hall
As we stand in attention waiting for his call
The cooks are waiting for us to come in
And as we walk down the line they give us a nasty grin
Twenty minutes is what you have before we go out
To march down the path listening him give out a shout
It’s strange how he can hear a pin drop hitting the ground
But he acts like he can’t hear us while he gives us a dirty frond
The windows are open as we march by the whacks place
Yelling for us to have just a little grace
The day goes by as we went through the course
As we feel like we were run over by a Clydesdale horse
Six mounts went by as we have finished there test
As the sergeant yells I am proud for you now at your very best
Your orders will be in as you will be moved to a new home
And your family will see how you have grown
The world will watch as you protect this flag
And I pity the one that treat it like a rag