Don’t Ask

The orders come down, and they march us away;
There's a battle to fight, and we join in the fray
God, it's hell when you know this could be your last day ...
But it's better than working for Xerox!

So march
March
April, May, June, July
August, September, we'll fight ev'ry day
And it's fare thee well, all vestige of modesty:
All of the Dorsai are singing

Some go for the glory, some just like to fight
But the truth is we Dorsai are not very bright
We'll steal or we'll screw what we can't shoot on sight --
God, it's hell to encounter a fireplug

So march
March
April, May, June, July
August, September, we'll fight ev'ry day
And it's fare thee well, all vestige of harmony --
All of the Dorsai are drinking

We Dorsai have Honor. We always fight fair --
Except when we're losing, and then we don't care
For defeat is disgrace that we never could bear ...
And we only get paid when we're winning

So march
March
April, May, June, July
August, September, we'll fight ev'ry day
And it's fare thee well, all vestige of honesty:
All of the Dorsai are cheating

When the battle is over, and the fighting is done
If ten of us made it, we figure we've won
'Cause we count the survivors, and count them by one two three
Four five six sev'n eight nine ... many

So march
March
April, May, June, July
August, September, we'll fight ev'ry day
And it's fare thee well, all vestige of comedy:
All of the Dorsai are counting