The orders come down
And they march us away
There’s a battle to fight
And we join in the fray
God it’s Hell when you know this could be your last day
But it’s better than working for Xerox
So march, March
April, May, June, July
August, September we’ll fight everyday
And it’s fair thee well all vestige of modesty
All of the Dorsai are singing
Some go for the glory
Some just like to fight
But the truth is we Dorsai are not very bright
We’ll steal or we’ll screw
What we can’t shoot on sight
God it’s Hell to encounter a fire plug
So march, March
April, May, June, July
August, September we’ll fight every day
And it’s fair thee well all vestige of harmony
All of the Dorsai are drinking
We Dorsai have honor
We always fight fair
Except when we’re losing and then we don’t care
That we never could bear
And we only get paid when we’re winning
So march, March
April, May, June, July
August, September we’ll fight every day
And it’s fair thee well all vestige of honesty
All of the Dorsai are cheating
When the battle is over
And the fighting is done
If ten of us made it
We figure we’ve won
So we count the survivors
And we count them by 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 . . . many
So march, March
April, May, June, July
August, September we’ll fight every day
And it’s fair thee well all vestige of comedy
All of the Dorsai are counting