Destroyer Life -

The boys out in the trenches have got a lot to say

Of the hardships and the sorrows that come a soldier’s way

But we destroyer sailors would’ve liked their company

On a couple of trips in our lousy ships when we put out to sea

Oh, it’s roll and toss and pound and pitch

And creak and groan you son of a bitch

Oh, boy, it’s a hell of a life on a destroyer

The damned tin can destroyer was never meant for sea

You couldn’t keep it steady in a lousy cup of tea

We carry guns, torpedoes and ash cans in a bunch

But the only time we hit our mark is when we shoot our lunch

Oh, it’s roll and toss and pound and pitch

And creak and groan you son of a bitch

Oh, boy, it’s a hell of a life on a destroyer

We have heard of muddy dugouts and shell holes filled with slime

Of cootie hunts and marches which fill a soldier’s time

But set beside destroyer life, it all seems dull and pale

When the clinometer hops, the barometer drops, and we line up on the rail

Oh, it’s roll and toss and pound and pitch

And creak and groan you son of a bitch

Oh, boy, it’s a hell of a life on a destroyer

And when we’re back in dry dock, we stagger like we’re drunk

And wonder how we stood it, and why she never sunk

You lay out your civilian clothes, but just before you switch

Your sea bag’s on your shoulder and you sign up for one more hitch

Oh, it’s roll and toss and pound and pitch

And creak and groan you son of a bitch

Oh, boy, it’s a hell of a life on a destroyer