We fight all day in the hot sun
Sweating from our heads to our toes
On the far bridge you hear it called out:
HOLD!!
It's the beginning of all of our woes.
Chorus
So bring on the girls with big jugs, big jugs
Bring on the girls with big jugs
Cause ya know when that damn hold is over
I'll look for a girl with big jugs
Across the field I spy her
An angel of beauty most rare
She wields her jugs so deftly,
By my turn there's nothing to spare
Chorus
We've fought for nearly an hour
Dangling on the horns of the bull
The teats of the wombat are empty
I'm looking for ones that are full
Chorus
We smite the foemen before us
Desperate to break through their line
We fight for the women behind them
Whose jugs are much sweeter than wine
Chorus
To all the warriors amongst us
I pray please lift up your mugs
And raise a toast to the ceiling
G-d I LOVE those girls with big jugs
Chorus