Boots on the Ground JT Music

[Intro]
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)

[Verse 1]
Whenever duty calls, guess who's steppin' in?
Tell the cavalry to saddle up and send 'em in
You start a tenderfoot, harden to a veteran
Pressin' on is how we honor all our fallen brethren
Soldiers, we were born to be
D-Day, this ain't your normal beach
Hit the shore, we're storming Normandy
Sure lookin' forward to your retreat
It's way too late to sort the beef
Adolf, you're nothing short of beaten
The price of freedom comes with war
And the Fuhrer can't afford one more defeat
Your bunker's not so safe when I got a carpet bomb on the way
I'm raining on your bulls on parade
I got a pocket full of shells and I wanna rage
Came to shut down Auschwitz
What ya gonna do now, Fritz?
Got these Nazis salty, now I know what sauerkraut is
Saw somethin' move in the clouds, got recon snoppin' around
Flack cannons, shooting it down
Nothing but rubble what used to be towns
Head on a swivel, boots on the ground
Back to where my roots can be found
We'll all rebuild tomorrow, but we're starting over now