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One Day I answered the popular call
And got in the Army to be on the ball.
An infantry outfit, foot-soldiers and all,
Is where they put me to train.
They gave me basics at Camp Clairborne,
There I was happy and never forlorn,
Till they split us up and made us Airborne,
But the pay was exactly the same!
Chorus:
Once I was happy but now I'm Airborne,
Riding in gliders all tattered and torn.
The pilots are daring, all caution they scorn,
And the pay is exactly the same!
Other variations:
Once I was Infantry, now I'm a dope,
Riding in gliders attached to a rope.
Safety in landing is only a hope,
And the pay is exactly the same!
We fly through the air in our flying caboose,
Its actions are graceful just like a fat goose.
We hike on the pavement till our joints have come loose,
And the pay is exactly the same!
We fight in fatigues, no fancy jump suits,
No bright leather jackets, no polished jump boots.
We crash-land by glider without parachutes,
And the pay is exactly the same!
We glide through the air with "Jennie" the jeep,
Held on our laps unable to leap.
If she breaks loose our widows will weep,
And the pay is exactly the same!
We glide through the air in a tactical state,
Jumping is useless, it always too late.
No chute for the soldier who rides in a crate,
And the pay is exactly the same!
We work in Headquarters we sit on a chair,
We figure our tactics and take to the air,
We fly over "Jerry" and drop in his hair,
And the pay is exactly the same!
We hike and we sweat, and we load and we lash,
We tie it down well, just in case of a crash,
We take off and land, and climb out in a flash,
And the pay is exactly the same!
We glide through the air with the greatest of ease,
We do a good job and we try hard to please.
The Finanace Department we pester and tease,
But the pay is exactly the same!
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