I've always said a different line in what you call "Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die" - formaly known as "The Flying Fortress"
Here goes...

Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die
With a rifle up your ass and a bullet in your eye..

Heres a few more I know, if anyones interested...

Airborne Ranger

Two old lady's lyin in a bed..
One rolled over and the other one said
I wanna life of danger
I wanna be an airborne ranger

C-130 rollin down the strip
Airborne Rangers' gonna take a trip
Stand up, buckle up, shufle to the door
Jump right out on the count of four

If my main don't open wide
I gotta reserve by my side
and if that one should fail me two
look out ground im comin through

(change to sing-song tune...)
And when I go to heaven
St Peter's gonna say
"How'd you enjoy your livin boy
How'd you enjoy your pay?"
And I reply with a little bit of anger
I lived my life as an Airborne Ranger
Blood and guts, glory and danger
That's the life of an Airborne Ranger
And when I go to hell
Satan's gonna say
"How'd you enjoy your livin boy,
How'd you enjoy your pay?"
And I'll reply with a whole lot of anger
I lived my life as an Aiborne Ranger
Blood and guts, glory and danger
That's the life of an Airborne Ranger

Here's a pretty obscene marching song...

Walkin round Canal street,
knockin on every door,
God d*** son of a b****, couldn't find a w****.

Finally found a wh***,
She was tall and thin,
God d*** son of a b**** couldn't get it in.

Finally got it in,
Wiggled it all around,
God d*** son of a b****, couldn't get it out.

Finally got it out,
It was red and sore.
The moral of the story is to never f*** a wh***

Yellow Bird

Yellow bird
with a yellow bill
sittin on
my window sill
I lured him in
with a piece of bread
and then i smashed
his f***ing head.