They said we were too old and gray
They said we'd be afraid
They said our prostates were to big
And our pish not make the grade
But when the day was over
And the phones and helmets laid
Another victory for Sar-El
And the altacock brigade

Oh where were you, you aging Jew
When history was made
beside me mit the earphones
And the bard bard hard boiled eggs
No Arab could discourage us
Not a single bed unmade
God bless the soldiers of Sar-El
The altacock brigrade