I'll tell you a story that's very true
Of a schuss-booming mountain crew
They'll jump over canyons with out a spill
And gelandesprung over the hill
The road to Japan is a downhill course,
And Berlin in a couple of weeks.
 
CHORUS
The 87th is best by far
We'll win this goddam war
The army skier's best by far
We'll drink you under the bar.
The roughest the toughest, we're dirty and mean
Hungry and lean, but our rifles are clean.
We'll fight to the finish, we'll schuss every hill
By yimminy ve vill-ill-ill-ill-ill-ill
The 87th is best by far 
we'll win this goddam war.

Ninety Pounds of Rucksack
(Tune and them from Navy's "Bell Bottom Trousers")

I was a barmaid in a mountain inn
There I learned the wages, of miseries of sin.
Along came a skier fresh from off the slopes,
He's the one that ruined me and shattered all my hopes.
 
CHORUS
 
Singin' ninety pounds of rucksack, a pound of grub or two,
He'll schuss the mountains like his daddy used to do.
 
He asked me for a candle to light his way to bed,
He asked me for a 'kerchief to cover up his head.
I like a foolish maid thinking it no harm,
Jumped into the skiers bed to keep the skier warm.
 
CHORUS
 
Early in the morning before the break of day,
He handed me a five note and with it he did say;
Take this my darling for the damage I have done.
You may have a daughter, you may have a son.
Now if you have a daughter, bounce her on your knee.
And if you have a son, send the bastard out to ski.
 
CHORUS
 
The moral of the story, as you can plainly see,
Is never trust a skier an inch above your knee.
For I trusted one and now look at me...
I've got a son in the Mountain Infantry.
 
CHORUS

(To the yodeling song from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

A happy lad and just eighteen, I got into the Army
By official "poop"* to the Mountain Troops, so the enemy couldn't harm me.
 
CHORUS
Oh hum, I'm not so dumb, the Mountain Troops for me.
Men are made in defilade, but I would rather ski. (Yodel)
 
Bright and early every morn we go out for close order
But when the weekend comes along you'll find me 'cross the border.
 
CHORUS
Oh hum, I'm not so dumb, the Mountain Troops for me.
Other guys can fight this war but I would rather ski. (Yodel)
 
Every morning, half past eight, we take our calisthenics.
The ladies sigh as we pass by, we are so photogenic.
 
Chorus
Oh hum, I'm not so dumb, the Mountain Troops for me.
Some are made in defilade, but I
would rather ski. (Yodel)

*Orders

Too Much Hay

(To the music of a well known St. Sauveur ski song, "Sur le Côte de St. Sauveur)

There's too much hay in our Manure, OUR MANURE
Too much hay in our Manure
We prefer it much more pure, MUCH MORE PURE
We prefer it much more pure Says MTC, 

says MTC, "It's our manure it should be pure"
Say MTC for sure
Too much hay in our manure
Such is life in the 86th Commandos
Such is life in the 86th Commandos
No Manure.
 
There's no repute to our Salute, OUR SALUTE
No repute to our salute
Our Saluting's obsolute, OBSOLUTE.
Our Saluting's obsolute
It's so acute, it's dissolute, who gives a hoot so our pursuit
At sixteen fortyfive
To make saluting positute
Such is life in the 86th Commandos
Such is life in the 86th Commandos
No Salute.
 
We aim to keep our men alive, MEN ALIVE
We aim to keep our men alive
Thermostats at fiftyfive, FIFTYFIVE
Thermostats at fiftyfive
The medics cried "We can't decide if men have died, with windows wide"
In Major Gregg* we will confide
That men have died with windows wide
Such is life in the 86th Commandos
Such is life in the 86th Commandos
Men have died.

*Regimental Surgeon.

Sven

(To the tune of the old western "Bold Bad Man)

Oola had a cousin from the wild and wooly west.
While Oola liked the skiing, Sven liked snowshoeing the best
They got into the Mountain Troops and put it to a test,
And everywhere they went they gave their warwhoop.
 
CHORUS
Oh give me skis and some poles and klister
And let me ski way up on Alta Vista
You can take your snowshoes and burn them, sister
And everywhere I go I'll give my warwhoop.
 
Everyone was keen to see how it would all come out.
The Winter Warfare Board was standing anxiously about,
And even Axis Agents had been sent up there to scout,
And everyone was waiting for the warwhoop. 
 
CHORUS
 
The Colonel pulled the trigger and they started out to race.
Sven got an early start and set a most terrific pace,
But Oola whipped right by him with a sneer upon his face 
And when he reached the top he gave his warwhoop. 
 
CHORUS
 
Two seconds later Oola finished in a mighty schuss,
Passing on the way poor Sven a-lying on his puss.
The moral of this story is that snowshoes have no use,
And poor old Sven no longer gives his warwhoop. 
 
CHORUS
 
For thirteen long and lusty weeks we skied on Alta Vista,
And next on Colorado's peaks our asses we did blister,
And then with neither ski nor ass they landed us on Kiska.
But even way out there we gave our war whoop!
 
CHORUS

The 87th had a Heavy Weapons Company 
It spent six weeks in Paradise but never learned to ski.
The reason for this tragedy as you can plainly see
Was everywhere they went they wore their snowshoes.
 
(CHORUS "Oh give them skis" etc.)

Looking down - deep in the valleys
You see the men - who fight below
Looking up, up to the mountains 
You see the men who fight on ice and snow
For we - are the men of the mountains
Leading the way to victory.
It's higher and higher, with the 86th Fighting Infantry.
 
CHORUS
 
Come along, we'll sing a song 
On our way to battle
Each step is slow, still up we go 
The-weight-of-my-pack-is-breaking-my-back,
but-who-cares?
Thru shot and shell, we'll give 'em hell,
We fear not man or mountain.
It's higher, still higher, with the 86th Fighting Infantry.