Praise the Lord, we're headed for our station, Praise the Lord, we've found a Jap formation, standing by to man our battle stations, what a fight there'll be.
The fish are ready, all hands are steady, for the whole damn data have we.
Praise the Lord and close the main induction, Praise the Lord, we're out to do destruction. Start the pump and hope we get a suction, from the deep blue sea.
Now the ole skipper screamed it, the whole crew could feel it, for another Jap target have we.
Praise the Lord we're on a mighty mission. Take 'er down, it's not the time for wishin. Praise the Lord, let's hope they keep a missing, and we'll all breathe free.
The torpedoes, they did nail it, the whole crew, they did hail it, and down to the bottom went he.
Praise the Lord, the planesman lost the bubble, Praise the Lord, we're having lots of trouble, take her down and make it on the double, or a broach they'll see.
The sound man could hear it, the whole crew did fear it, as more of his charges fell free.
Praise the Lord, we'll need a scotch and soda, Praise the Lord, we're down off of Mikomota, but for me, I wish it were N. Dakota, and the land Navy.
The Japs have had they're inning, the Sunfish, she's a winning, so up to the surface came we, shouting...Praise the Lord, the Navigator's screaming, Praise the Lord there are no stars this evening, Praise the Lord, I hope we're not a steaming, to the Inland Sea.
Now we're headed back to Pearl, we're all gonna see our girls, a lovely little laundry queen is she. Praise the Lord, the Japs have worked us over, Praise the Lord, for now, the run is over, sixty days and now we're headed over, for a damn good long spree...
