Sgt. Steve

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