Tin Can Sailors Lament
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We have seen our aircraft carriers
We have heard our cruisers roar
We have seen our battle wagons
Sweeping everything before
But we're stuck aboard this tin can
'Til this goddam war is o'er
And we ain't going to sea no more!
Holy Jesus, what a terrible way to die (3x)
And we ain't going to sea no more!
Submarines get the glory
When they come home from the scrap
Landing craft men get promotions
While the Seabees get a nap
Aviators get the medals
Tin Can Sailors get the Crap
And we ain't going to sea no more!
There's rust upon the foc'sle
There is soot upon our stacks
There is feul oil in her bilges
And salt on her depth charge racks
There are Banacles on our bottoms
And we got 'em in our cracks!
And we ain't going to sea no more!
When the Marines and troops are landing
And the going's getting rough
Then the call goes out for tin cans
"Shell trhe beach and make it rough"
Then the papers praise the cruisers
The tin cans get the guff
And we ain't going to sea no more!
And in the bloody battle
When the fleet is in a mess
They holler for the tin cans
And they send for us express
Who cares when it's all over
There's a tin can more or less
And we ain't going to sea no more!