Praise The Lord U*Us But Please, Please, Please. . . Stop Passing Me The Ammunition. I Have Enough To Last Me For Years aka Enough Already. . .
Courtesy of Frank Loesser
Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fate
Down went the gunner, and then the gunner's mate
Up jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a look
And manned the gun himself as he laid aside the Book,
Shouting Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Lord and swing into position
Can't afford to be a politician
(or Can't afford to sit around a-wishin')
Praise the Lord, we're all between perdition
And the deep blue sea
Yes the sky pilot said it
U*Us gotta give him credit
For a sonofagun of a gunner was he,
Shouting Praise the Lord, we're on a mighty mission
All aboard, we ain't a-goin' fishin'
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
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