Sgt. Steve could barely read He would take the children down Throw them all around the ground And make 'em bleed Then Sgt. Steve Would sing a song of victory Wipe some snot off on his sleeve And say goodbye to the clown He would pray twice every day He would not tolerate the gay Oh, oh, oh I'm alright, I feel that I'm coming around Sgt. Steve, with all his needs He would weed out the impure He would guard our sacred shores From the red, from the blue ones Though we beat them once before He had a feelin', not very sure That they were back Boys for attack So we slit his throat for fear We heard their footsteps very near And oh, oh, oh I'm alright, I feel that I'm coming around