Ahhhhhhh yes... 
old Chattahoochee U!
Where they seperate the men from the boys... 
with crowbars--
Well, at least that what... 
an old Marine drinking buddy of mine told me.
Has me singing me old alma mater
Far across the Chattahoochee, to the Upatoi,
Stands our loyal Alma Mater,
Benning’s School for Boys,
Forward ever, backward never, faithfully we strive,
To the ports of embarkation, follow me with pride,
When it’s time and we are called to guard our country’s might,
We’ll be there WITH HEADS HELD HIGH, in peacetime and in fight, Yearning ever, failing never, to guard the memory,
The call is clear; we must meet the task for we are Infantry!
Ahhhhhhh yes... old Chattahoochee U!
Where they seperate the men from the boys... with crowbars--
Well, at least that what... an old Marine drinking buddy of mine told me.