Colonel McBride's Raiders
Sung by
John
Frushour
We are Colonel McBride's raiders,
We are riders of the night,
We are dirty sons of bitches,
Who would rather fuck than fight.
- Oh, oh, hidey, didey, Christ almighty,
Who in the hell are we?
Slam, bam, goddamn,
We're the INFANTREEE!
Oh, the night that Paddy Murphy died,
I never will forget,
The Irish all got drunk as hell,
And some ain't sober yet.
- Oho, hidey, didey, Christ almighty,
Who in the hell are we?
Slam, bam, goddamn,
We're the INFANTRYEEEE!
. Thanks! John Patrick.