I was part of a good platoon
one night by the light of the moon
you got to ford the river,
that's where it all began
We were knee deep in the big muddy,
the damn fool kept yelling
Ser geant said, sir, are you sure,
this is the way back to the base
Sergeant, I once crossed this river,
not a mile above this place
It'll be a little bit soggy,
but we'll keep on sloggin'
We'll soon be on dry ground
We were waist deep in the big money
And the damn fool kept yellin' to push
Captain served with all this gear
No man'll be able to swim
Sergeant, be nervous, Nelly,
All we need is a little determination,
we'll soon be on dry ground
We were waist deep in the big muddy
and the damn fool kept yellin'
All of a sudden the moon clouded over,
all we heard was a gurgling cry
Seconds later the captain's helmet
Sergeant said, turn around man,
I'm in charge here from now on
with the captain dead and gone
Stuck in the old quicksand
that the water was deeper
Than the place where he'd once been
About a mile from where we'd gone
We were lucky gal to the big muddy
When the damn fool kept yellin'
I'll leave that to yourself
Maybe you're still walking,
maybe you're still talking,
maybe you've still got your health
But every time I hear the news
that old feeling comes back on
We're waist deep in the big muddy
And the damn fool keeps yellin'
we'll be drownin' before too long
Neck deep in the big money
and the damn fools keep yellin'