We fall upon the risers
We fall upon the grass
We never land upon our feet
We always hit our ass!

Highty tighty Christ Almighty
Who the hell are we
Zim zam God damn
We're Airborne Infantry!

We're Colonel Johnson's Troopers
We're fighters of the Night
We're dirty sonsabitches
We'd rather fuck than fight!

Highty tighty Christ Almighty
Who the hell are we
Zim zam God damn
We're Airborne Infantry!

- Easy Company, 101st