Boot Camp
Up every morning at 4:30To meet outside at five
Barely enough time to shave
And get dressed
Then marching, marching, marching
Marching all day long
Marching everywhere
To meals, to class, to church, to bed
Marching, marching, marching
Classes on this, classes on that
Classes on everything
Including on how to act
Ships, ranks and other services
What's a private or an admiral
Thet even show you how to eat
15 minute meals
Because there are 2000 guys
All in a hurry to get in
Rushing here, rushing there
Then stand at parade rest
And if your knees start to buckle
You'd better pray that you don't fall
For if you do, there you lay
And when this is all done
You get to study
For your weekly tests
And when you're not
Doing any of this
You get to stand guard
And watch the place
Finally after eight long weeks
You get to graduate
When all are in good cheer
For you have survived
What seems like hell
But it's not really
Just a matter of discipline
The time passes quickly
It only lasts eight long weeks
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