[Verse 1] Everybody loves the infantry, We're the tip of the fucking spear, Kick the doors and take the ground, That's why they keep us here. But somebody's gotta feed us, Someone's gotta move our gear, Someone has to keep us functioning— 'Cause God knows we fucking can't from here. We can hump a pack for twenty miles, Sleep face-down in the mud, Run toward people shooting at us Like that's somehow fucking fun. But give a grunt a simple problem That ain't solved by kicking doors— Suddenly we need twelve Pogues And the whole Marine Core! [Pre-Chorus] And don't misunderstand me, We've got respect for everyone— POGUES ARE JUST AS BRIGHT AND JUST AS TALENTED AS GRUNTS! ... That didn't come out right. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING MEANT! [Chorus] EVERY POGUE HAS GOT A PURPOSE! EVERY POGUE HAS GOT A JOB! Keep us fed and keep us moving, Keep us shooting, keep us strong! You can fix it, ship it, file it, Keep us talking all night long! EVERY POGUE IS FUCKING IMPORTANT— 'CAUSE GRUNTS CAN'T DO THIS SHIT ALONE! [Verse 2] Motor T can get us somewhere 'Cause apparently we need a ride, Supply can issue all our gear That we'll immediately misplace. Comm can build a whole damn network So our radios work just right, Then we'll key the fucking handset: “RADIO CHECK.” “YOU'RE FIVE BY FIVE.” Admin keeps our records straight When we fuck our paperwork, Logistics moves a mountain Just to make the mission work. Cooks can feed a thousand Marines Before the rising sun— And every grunt looks at all that work: “GOOD. NOW WHERE'S MY FUCKING GUN?” [Chorus] EVERY POGUE HAS GOT A PURPOSE! EVERY POGUE HAS GOT A JOB! Keep us fed and keep us moving, Keep us shooting, keep us strong! You can fix it, ship it, file it, Keep us talking all night long! EVERY POGUE IS FUCKING IMPORTANT— 'CAUSE GRUNTS CAN'T DO THIS SHIT ALONE! [Verse 3] Intel studies maps and movements, Intercepts and analyzes, Takes a thousand points of data And somehow fucking organizes. Then they brief the whole platoon On everything that they have learned— And the grunts stare back like cavemen: “SO... BAD GUYS OVER THERE?” Engineers can breach the barriers, Artillery shakes the ground, Aviation owns the heavens Dropping angry grunts around. Ordnance keeps the weapons working, Keeps the ammunition stacked— We appreciate your expertise! NOW POINT US WHERE TO ATTACK! [Pre-Chorus] They plan it, build it, fuel it, They make the whole machine run, Then hand the final product— TO SOME FUCKING ZERO-THREE-ONE-ONE! [Chorus] EVERY POGUE HAS GOT A PURPOSE! EVERY POGUE HAS GOT A JOB! Keep us fed and keep us moving, Keep us shooting, keep us strong! You can fix it, ship it, file it, Keep us talking all night long! EVERY POGUE IS FUCKING IMPORTANT— 'CAUSE GRUNTS CAN'T DO THIS SHIT ALONE! [Verse 4] Then there's Doc beside the infantry, God bless that Navy man, Carrying half a hospital To keep us fighting when he can. He patches holes and treats infections, Keeps us breathing through the pain, Then spends the rest of every fucking day Explaining water once again. “Drink more water.” Yeah, Doc, got it. Twenty minutes down the trail: “Hey Doc, my head is pounding.” “DID YOU DRINK?” “Well... fucking hell.” We jump from shit we shouldn't, Touch things better left alone, Ignore injuries for three damn weeks Then ask why they're not gone. The Navy gave us Core-men For a reason everyone can see— SOMEBODY HAD TO BE THE ADULT SUPERVISING THE INFANTRY! [Final Chorus] EVERY POGUE HAS GOT A PURPOSE! EVERY POGUE HAS GOT A JOB! Keep us fed and keep us moving, Keep us shooting, keep us strong! You can fix it, fly it, fuel it, Build it, heal it, move it on! EVERY POGUE IS FUCKING IMPORTANT— 'CAUSE GRUNTS CAN'T DO THIS SHIT ALONE! From the cooks up to the pilots, From Supply to Motor T, Every skill keeps us alive And puts us where we need to be! The Marine Core needs its Pogues, And every grunt should fucking know— WITHOUT THE PEOPLE SUPPORTING US, WE AIN'T GOT NOWHERE TO GO! [Outro] So here's to every Pogue out there, Whatever job you do, The grunts sincerely thank you For everything you put us through— Wait. Everything you do. You're skilled and indispensable, That's something we agree— 'CAUSE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU EXISTS TO TAKE CARE OF ME. Semper Fye.
