Sub Division Nine
Chorus:
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, THE CRAFT IS DIVING
STRAIGHT FOR A CASE OF NATIVE WINE,
LET'S GET BOOSTED TO THE SKIES,
THEN GO DOWN AND NEVER RISE,
WE'RE THE CRUISING BOYS OF SUBDIVISION NINE.
It was midnight on the 4th that we left the golden North,
And Lord, but it was hard to break away,
But we'd drunk up all the rye, and the bars had all gone dry,
So there wasn't any reason there to stay.
Then we went to Hula town where the girls have eyes of brown,
Their skirts of grass were waving in the breeze,
But we were mowing through the grass when some interfering brass
Told our wives that they should join us overseas.
For Guantanamo we steered, but when the smoke had cleared
Not a single girl was there to see,
For their parents got the news Subdivision Nine was loose,
They had locked them up and thrown away the key.
Then our fleet continued on to St. Thomas and St. John,
It was evening when we landed on the shore,
But next morning, just 'fore nine, they had changed the railroad sign,
Saying, "These aren't the Virgin Islands anymore."
