THE ENGINEER'S SONG

CHORUS (Sung after each verse)
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers,
We can, we can, we can, we can, demolish forty beers.
Drink up, drink up, drink up, drink up, and come along with us,
For we don't give a damn for any old man, who don't give a
damn for us.

My father was a miner on the upper Malamute
My mother was a hostess In a house of Ill repute
They threw me out of the house and home while in my tender years
So I told them all to go to hell and Joined the Engineers

Godiva was a lady who through Coventry did ride
Showing all the villagers her lovely, lily hide
The most observant fellow was an Engineer of course
He's the only one that noticed that Godiva rode a horse

I've come a long, long way she said and I'll go as long and far
With the man who'll help me off my horse and lead me to a bar
A bleary-eyed surveyor and a drunken Engineer
Helped Godiva off her horse and they stood her to a beer

Julius Caesar went to Egypt at the age of fifty three
Cleopatra's blood was warm, her heart was young and free
But every night when Julie left her house at three o'clock
There was a Roman Engineer awaiting Just around the block

Sir Francis Drake and all his men put out at Misery Bay
They heard the Spanish Rum Fleet was aheading out that way
But the Engineers had beat them by a night and a half a day
And though as drunk as hooligans you still could hear them say:

Venus Is a statue made entirely out of stone
There's not a fig leaf on her, she's as naked as a bone
On observing her condition an Engineer discoursed
She's a broken hunk of concrete and she should be reinforced

An Engineer and his girlfriend were sitting in the park
The Engineer was doing some research after dark
His scientific method was a marvel to observe
While his right hand took the figures down his left hand traced
the curves

An Engineer and a tanker once downed a gallon can
Said the tanker to the Engineer, "Out drink me If you can"
The tanker took three drinks and died, his face was turning green
But the Engineer kept drinking - it was only gasoline

The Air Force and the Navy came to town to have some fun
Down by the taverns where the firey liquors run
But all they found was broken glass, the Engineers had come
And traded all their Instruments for gallon kegs of rum

We did a piss-poor Job on a timber trestle bridge
We lost our third platoon while fighting on the ridge
We zeroed In our weapons with accuracy and care
But when we fired for record, Maggles drawers were In the air

We lay down all their rolling roads and cut down all their trees
And If the order ever comes, we'd ford the raging seas
Whenever they want to sleep awhile, we put up a town
And we build the blasted bridges so the Infantry won't drown

We put them over rivers and across the mountain streams
Do everything but tuck them In and wish them pleasant dreams
And when the going's really tough and shells burst In our ears
The whole Division's apt to say, "GOD, SEND FOR ENGINEERS!"

307TH ENGINEER BATTALION: PROP BLAST -- AN AIRBORNE TRADITION by Lieutenant
Colonel Robert J. Melchior. United States Army. April 24, 1991.


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