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Well, I was blown out of bed, hit in the head

I saw three flashes of atomic red Spun around town, shot in the ground

Swirled and swirled three times faster than sound

It was a fifty megatons

It was a fifty megatons

It was a fifty megatons hydrogen

Like they rate an atomic bomb

We are the pride of the army,

And a regiment of great renown,

Our name’s on the pages of history,

From sixty six on down.

If you think we stop or falter,

While into the fray we’re goin’

Just watch the step with our heads erect

When our band plays "Garryowen."