An old time piece grindin' on whiny toads,
Highway's his name; Does not seem sane.
Not a freakin' nerd and his name means road,
His claim to fame; De-lame's his game.
Dirty Harry played him he on some other gig,
But he's formin' a team that won't renege.
Mowin' 'em down, it's Highway,
Strollin'? not on this Highway,
Get out the lead or kiss your a$$ goodbye.

Got 'bout ten men pisselin' as they cry,
They march along to their own song.
Gonna whipper their will 'til they must comply,
They'll go along, to Highway's song.
Or he'll bury them swiftly L-T Ring has vowed,
NOT gettin' 'em nowhere, Marine Corps proud.
Doin' it. he says my way,
Do it or hit the highway!
One step ahead he stays this Highway guy.

Off they go to set some free,
"Where'd you school at?" had asked the young L-T.
There at Chosin, Heart-break bad dream. [1]
As he changed their minds, they soon changed their cree,
They charged and screamed, on that regime.
Oh, how they did dare it as they pulled on through,
Chargin' off with Highway and wrecking crew.
He said they'd do it my way,
That Gunny Sergeant Highway,
Makin' 'em dread they're lives they pass on by.