Oh we're moving on to old Pusan 
For we're getting to close shagging a post
So we're moving on

Riding along in an old K5
Goodness gracious man alive
So we're moving on

Got no momma or poppa san
Have to rely on Uncle Sam
So we're moving on

All the women look like geeks
But some of them are real freaks
So we're moving on

When we get to old Pusan
We'll dig our foxholes if we can
For then we stop moving on.