The official torture song of the navy seals. After listening to it 5 times in a row I can see why

We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa—Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa -- (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day—Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before -- (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Don't--don't--don't--don't--look at what's in front of you. (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again); Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' em, An' there's no discharge in the war! Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers. If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you! (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again) -- There's no discharge in the war! We—can—stick—out--'unger, thirst, an' weariness, But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of 'em—Boot—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war! 'Taint—so--bad—by--day because o' company, But night—brings—long—strings—o' forty thousand million Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again. There's no discharge in the war! I--'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify It—is--not—fire—devils, dark, or anything, But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war! Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different—Oh--my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic! (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)