SILVER WINGS

Fighting soldiers from the sky,
Fearless men beyond the line,
The silver wings upon his chest,
Make him one of the LRS.

Back at home a pogue family waits,
There youngest pogue has gained more weight,
Munchin' chips from day to day,
30 bags have gone away.

The smell of legs is in the air,
The maroon beret they'll never were,
They'll never be one of the best,
They can't hang with the LRS.

100 legs the wish to join,
But they don't have it in the groin,
They'll never be one of the best,
Put those legs in the lean and rest.

Fieldjacket liner two quart canteen,
These are things I've never seen,
Beyond the line I've never been,
But in the rear I'm always seen.

Squeemish pogues they lack the guts,
To jump from planes takes massive nuts,
Our mission's hard cause were the best,
We are LRRPS forget the rest.

Doing push-ups night and day,
We're sky gods who earn jump pay,
These silver wings upon my chest,
Make me one of American's best.

Put silver wings on my son's chest,
Make him one of the LRS,
He'll be a man who will jump one day,
He will wear the maroon beret.