Lyrics

Oh, we march from here to there And it doesn't matter where You can hear us push Through the deepest bush Up two, three, four With a military air! With a military air! We're a cracker jack brigade On a pachyderm parade But we'd rather stroll to a water hole Ha two, three, four For a furlough in the shade!
Writer(s): Richard Sherman, Robert Sherman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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