Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fate.
Down went the gunner, and then the gunner’s mate.
Up jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a look.
And manned the guns himself as he laid aside The Book,

shouting

Praise The Lord, and pass the ammunition!
Praise The Lord, and pass the ammunition!
Praise The Lord, and pass the ammunition and we’ll all stay free!

Prasie The Lord, and swing into position.
Can’t afford to be a politician.
Praise The Lord, we’re all between perdition and the deep blue sea!

Yes the sky pilot said it.
You’ve got to give him credit
for a son of a gun of a gunner was he, shouting

Praise The Lord, we’re on a mighty mission!
All aboard! We’re not a-goin’ fishin’.

Praise The Lord, and pass the ammunition and we’ll all stay free