They rumbled and roared, those Iraqi ranks;
they trampled and tore, Saddam's terror tanks:
glutted on hate and the gore of Kuwait --
evil appetite and unsatiate --
they blundered, they bounded past Khafji's banks.
 
To the warriors' dance, from the pilots' den,
came the Jaguars of France and proud Britain,
led in the hundreds, led by the somber
American craft, B-52 Bomber --
they gathered like clouds, they thundered like men.
 
Watch, allied world!
          Watch in wide-eyed wonder!
     O, see how your sons assail
          the sons of cruel plunder,
          sending brimstone and hail
          on the unholy down under.
O, watch allied world in wide-eyed wonder!
 
'Cross the sands of Saudi, Khafji to take,
marched Marines and Arabs, the earth to quake
by the rock and the roll of artillery,
by bullets and bay'nets of infantry --
by God! they would stand, their lives there to stake!